It begins.

The first and last time I watched Twin Peaks was in the end of 2007, the beginning of 2008. This was not particularly long ago, nearly three years, but it was two houses ago, and therefore two lifetimes ago. I have been wanting to rewatch it for a year and a half of those three years, borrowed the DVDs from my sister six months ago, and yet they've been sitting still on the shelf, untouched. Every time I went to pick them up, I admit, I recoiled.

This recoiling, there are several reasons for it:

1. The pilot. I watched it after hearing wonderful things about the show. Everyone said I simply had to watch it. So I watched the pilot and was completely unimpressed. I then waited a couple months, if memory serves, before watching the rest of the series. I had considered for a while to skip the pilot this time around and just start off with episode two, but I crave completion, and also, there was a chance that, since watching the rest of the show, I would appreciate the episode more. Still, the thought was daunting.
2. Quality. The quality of this show is questionable, to say the least. I love it, love it, but to love it is to accept its great many flaws. The acting can be horrible, some of the side characters are useless 90% of the time, and some of the side-plots, especially James' plot in season two, are a pain to sit through. Also, David Lynch can be... tiresome.
3. Nightmares. Recently I moved away from home and have been living by myself for the first time in.. ever. Slightly pathetic? Sure, I'll take that. When I watch things that frighten me, I behave.. irrationally. Twin Peaks perhaps scared me more than anything short of The Exorcist (which I watched when I was much too young - thank you, Uncle Sean). I couldn't fall asleep until dawn for well over a month, and used my laptop as a nightlight all night, playing music and audiobooks for sweet, sweet distraction. (I also had this reaction to Paranormal Activity, but don't let that convince you that Twin Peaks is anything less than traumatizing.) Needless to say, now that I am living alone, and not in a city where I can escape to the streets of, the thought of watching something that affected me so greatly was.. well. You can imagine. Which brings me to,
   
4. The End. The end of the show hurt. If you've seen it, I'm sure you understand. I still can't tell if it was brilliance or much less than that - if it was a show almost giving up after being cancelled. I'd like to know of Lynch's plans before the show was canned. Maybe he had the same thoughts. But if he had more time, he wouldn't have pulled the proverbial rug out from under our oft spoken of feet. It wouldn't have been so jarring and cruel a goodbye. There would have been more development. The show's final episode left me feeling more depressed than any form of plot-based television ever has. It took some time to recover. I'm not sure if this will happen again.

The time has come. I will put all of those reasons aside and watch this show, one of my absolute favorite shows. I will brave out the bad acting, the nightmares, the downright indecency of it all. And along the way, I will chronicle, YES, chronicle my adventures. Yes. Adventures. Episode by episode, here, entry by entry. The plan is to not watch another episode until I finish an entry. Since I am a huge fan of marathoning shows, this will be the proper incentive to keep on a'writin'. (I often give up on these things.)

So, heeeeeeeere we go.