bigger than yourself

Six feet under.
I am on the last season, a few episodes in, and it just overwhelms me.
I feed on it like fire to dry brush.
The characters and their stories file past me and I feel like I can't get enough. I always want more, and there are only a few precious episodes left. The only other time I felt like this about a television show was when watching David Lynch's Twin Peaks, but even that show declined in potency in its last season. Six feet under burns strong. Unlike Lynch's surrealistic landscape, I find myself close to believing these people actually exist. I have never felt quite this way about a show. It isn't easy; it feels so real that when something goes terribly wrong, I feel the emotions swell. They had me at their first death.

My friend Jennypenny had an interesting week. She had a brush with celebrity whilst in the bathroom at a bar in NYC. Lohan apparently had the need to write something and Jenny suggested it be something nasty. Now it’s a news story. Look for her in Star Magazine.