When I Think About You, I 'Ipod Touch' Myself...I regret this title almost instantly.

I am thrilled beyond thrilled to have my Ipod Touch up and running, as you can tell by my pathetically unimaginative title. I'm so aware that that particular song has finagled itself onto Facebook bumper stickers and boardwalk T-shirts alike, but cut me some slack! I'm tired! Weakened by the midday food coma that comes after wolfing down a Potbelly sandwich and milkshake to boot!

But that is besides the point...the point that I have yet to make.

I'm off to Mexico in just about two days. I'm really excited. Trips are always fun, with the exception of the unavoidable airport tie ups and delays, and of course any sort of vacation which may or may not involve exploring the modern day man's take on colonial life. Those are never fun. But I digress.

Although I am excited (there really is no other word for my current emotional state) I am also sad about the end of the summer! It's creeping up on me so quickly now! Ugh! i feel as though i haven't done enough to make this two month break even qualify as a "summer". It feels more like an elongated Christmas break, where usually the inclement weather keeps me from going outside or anywhere for that matter, and I find myself sitting on the couch eating a lot. Work is draining too. It's all draining. Not very fun in the sun at ALL. And for those reasons I am happy to leave. To sunny Mexico.

Another point I'd like to make, is that although I have seemingly been wallowing in disgusting lethargy after an 8 hour work day six days a week, I have actually channeled my sluggishness and taken the time to watch many a David Lynch film. I've become semi-obsessed. I've Blue Velveted myself into developing a constant fear of waking up and finding Dennis Hopper, huffing what I will now refer to as Ether, seeing as I lack the power to recognize drugs based on the paraphernalia of choice (in this case, an oxygen mask...but I can tell you with utmost certainty now that that boy was not in need of any sort of respiratory assistance). I have watched Mulholland Drive twice, both times revering Naomi Watts to anyone who will listen. (I really do love her); and I have since moved on to watching Wild at Heart, starring a young, aviary Laura Dern. Nicholas Cage is also in the film, acting like a really bad Elvis impersonator and lifetime enthusiast (seriously, think Uncle Jessie from Full House, except not funny or cute...not that John Stamos was either...ahem). I have yet to finish it, but am liking it a lot.

So, onto David. I enjoy the fact that his films are all kind of the same, which I know makes it sound like he is unoriginal or can't get past the thing he's good at and explore his creativity, but I think that part of his charm is that all of his movies have violence, sexuality, insanity, and one crime at the very center of it all. Did I mention insanity? His movies evoke the same feeling you'd get if you vacationed with the Addams Family on an undercover porno set in Tucson, Arizona. Just a bunch of crazy shit all the time with odd characters coming in and out of every shot. It's exciting and appealing to me. I love David Lynch!

God, ok now I have to get back to work. BUT, as always, those are my thoughts thus far...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CSoWg3nBeU

Just a taste, above.