You can't live in Seattle very long without hearing about Twin Peaks. But strangely, it was not from a Seattlite that I heard about this very bizarre television phenomenon and cult classic of the 90s. It was from my 80s/90s-obsessed, fellow North Carolinian, roommate, and bestie Abby. Yes, we have the same name. No, I do not have an alternate personality. Anyhow, when I say bizarre, I really do mean bizarre. I watched most of the two-hour pilot with Abby last fall and was thoroughly freaked out, and had bad dreams. But now that I have had a year of space from that creepy first episode, I think I'm ready to try it again. That, and this Sesame Street parody has helped mitigate my fear. If Sesame Street can take it on, I think I can handle it.
I'm going off of what Abby has told me, but the essence of Twin Peaks is this: the whole series revolves around the question, "Who killed Laura Palmer?" Laura Palmer is the beloved homecoming queen of her high school, and the show is full of quirky characters like the Log Lady and a reporter who names his tape player "Diane" and talks to her like a fellow reporter. Abby is a die-hard fan and now that we have moved into the 21st century and signed up for Netflix (step two: get some internets in our hiz-ouse), we have it on the queue.
Twin Peaks is a fictional town, but is based on the honest-to-goodness town of North Bend, about 45 minutes east of Seattle in the Cascades. I don't work on Fridays and Abby often doesn't work until the afternoon, so we've tried to make a habit of hiking early (like 6:30am early), and North Bend has some pretty great, fast hikes. Exhibit A (the lake where Laura Palmer's body is found in the first episode, called Rattlesnake Lake in real life. Sweet hike.):
I'm intrigued by the show, but if I have more bad dreams after watching the next episode, sorry Abs, but I'm out. : )
If you're curious, here's the opening sequence:
I have a feeling I'm going to be sucked in.