Saw "Mullholland Drive" over the weekend. All I can say is, huh?

I think that's the point of David Lynch movies anyways, to make you leave the theater going "huh?" but being dazzled by the "huhness." Which is also why he always seems to get good reviews, because the critics can't understand it either, so they think it has to be good.

While baseball is my favorite sport, I am not that excited about this World Series. In fact, I haven't been really into the playoffs at all. While some of it is because my Giants aren't in it, for some reason, playoffs seem anti-climatic. It's like the season is this great, big, overstuffed novel or movie and the playoffs are kind of a tacked on prologue after the climax. Or maybe it's because it always ends with the inevitable victory by the Yankees who neither have a great rival to keep you interested (like they did in the '50's against the Brooklyn Dodgers) or superstars to compel you to watch (like the Bulls with Jordan or the Lakers with Shaq and Kobe). Instead, they just win. Boringly, efficiently, bloodlessly. Yawn. And I just can't root for the D-Backs. Can't root for a store-bought, brand new expansion team with no history, lousy fans and the worst uniforms in baseball. What's up with that? Purple and coral green? Who'se bright idea was that? And they have at least four or five different variations of the same uniform, as if they knew they had ugly uniforms, but thought that if they would keep on trying out new variations of them, they'd eventually either find one that works or that nobody would notice how ugly they are.