So yesterday the part-timer was fired.

I was sad, because I liked her and my God, she's been with us for like three years, but it wasn't anything like a surprise, because she has been riding that ragged edge of disaster for quite some time, always doing the least possible amount of work that she could get away with and things, and she really hated working in Accounts Payable.

The Raccoon had given her about five or six warnings and new chances and everything this year alone, and finally Friday was the last straw. I'm sorry and I'll miss her, and I'm very glad that I'm not The Raccoon, that I don't have to do stuff like fire people, but I'm sure that this was the push that she needed to find something else.

I hope.

After work I decided to go to the movies and see the movie that I somehow haven't seen yet, even though I've been waiting for it for about a year--Mulholland Drive.

What a wonderful movie! Not everyone's cup of tea, I know it won't be, but by hell it sure is mine. It was dreamy and trippy and mesmerizing, it had great performances and an amazing, though completely non-linear story, not to mention a couple of extremely hot lesbo lovin' scenes.

My favourite scene was the one at the Winkies at the beginning, because it was like Lynch was trying to win a bet or something. "I'll bet you can't do a scene in broad daylight in like a Dennys or something where nothing actually scary happens and have it be completely terrifying using just words and ideas."

He sure won that bet.

I mean, we all know that I'm a David Lynch fan, I have a Twin Peaks tattoo for cripes sake, it doesn't get any bigger than that, but even without that, it's a really amazing movie. I think I'm being clear-headed about this.

What I wouldn't have given for that series to have been picked up. It might have gone above Buffy on my TiVo Season Pass list. Imagine that!

I couldn't sleep last night, though.

I kept waking up because I had to go to the bathroom, and the cats were tap dancing along the length of my spine, but then I couldn't go back to sleep because my mind was racing and I couldn't stop thinking about the movie.

I mean, I know how to watch a David Lynch film--if you sit there thinking "What's going on? Who are these people? Is that the same girl from before? What's that box? Why are there so many people in a theatre at 3a? Where'd that box come from? Did the beginning happen first or the end? Which is real? How many facelifts did Ann Miller have? Whatever happened to Robert Forster?" then you are lost before you begin, you just have to let everything wash over you like a wave, not expecting to understand everything, just absorbing the images and the ideas and letting them become part of you.

Well, I'm down with that, that's what I do, I left that movie theatre just not questioning anything, but whenever I woke up I couldn't get back to sleep because my mind was just reeling. All I kept thinking was, well, "What's going on? Who are these people? Is that the same girl from before? What's that box? Why are there so many people in a theatre at 3a? Where'd that box come from? Did the beginning happen first or the end? Which is real? How many facelifts did Ann Miller have? Whatever happened to Robert Forster?"

I knew better than to question David Lynch, but my subconscious sure didn't.

Today's horoscope:
Personal independence and freedom are especially important today. You could do something to help change society.

One year ago today:
"Coming up on The Daily Show, they are organizing a show of hands in Florida, and Pat Buchanan. What is it about this former evangelist ultra-right-wing conservative that is so appealing to elderly Jewish liberals?"

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