So, if you read my previous post (which, if not, you should go and do now, if the following is to make any sense) you will be aware of some new facts surrounding the genesis of the – allegedly – deeply mysterious blogger, who goes by the – admittedly slightly odd – name of dalecooper57.
Yes, the (not very well kept) secret is out.
Although there was never any serious attempt on my part to defraud or deceive in any malicious way, it nevertheless seems as though more than a few people have been idly theorising as to my identity (and even, to my great amusement, my gender).
This, initially hesitant, decision to give an insight into the planning and evolution of Diary of an Internet Nobody was prompted mainly by the – frankly gobsmacking – news that somebody from BlogCatalog wanted to interview me for their own blog.
The interview process itself was handled by the Canadian author of the MotherOf9 blog, Melanie Jean Juneau, and she was extremely professional and patient with me, (given the time difference between the UK and Canada, much of our discussion was held in the early hours of Saturday morning, my time)
She allowed me full editorial control of the finished piece, and accepted any suggestions that I made concerning layout and image content.
Although I did give Melanie pretty much carte blanche to take what photos she wanted from my online collection, and it was interesting to see what she chose. A couple of them I’d forgotten about myself.
The other day, I was having a discussion with other bloggers as to whether it was important that people liked what we wrote.
We all agreed that it was nice when people enjoyed our work, but also that it was important that you wrote what you enjoyed writing about.
Anyway, the purpose of this post is to introduce you to the idea that this particular thread may be slightly longer than usual, but I only say that as I have no idea where it will take me, or what precise form it will take.
The reason for this is very simple.
Because I know exactly where it will take me.
And I know precisely what form it will take.
If I’m not careful, that is.
You see, I’m about to start writing about something that, had I wanted an easy start to my blogging adventure, I could have knocked out ten, or even twenty posts about in no time at all.
But that would not have got me the amazing mixture of readers and followers that I now have.
And although I have nothing but admiration for the dedication, attention to detail, and sheer bloody-mindedness of bloggers like this guy, that sort of microscopic dissection and analysis holds no attraction for me.
Apart from anything else, that is the very definition of a spoiler, and I hate spoilers.
So I’m simply going to try and infect you with the same enthusiasm, and maybe a little of the obsession, that I have for a cult classic that meant so much to me that I went and named myself after the brilliant, eccentric, and unique lead character.
But in a good way.
“Diane, who is this dalecooper57?”
After all, the ideal conclusion to this piece would be that all of you went out and watched the tale unfold from the start, or even that those of you who remember it go and revisit it, as I have many times.
Not a review then, more an appreciation.
Yes, that sounds right, An Appreciation of Twin Peaks.
There. I’ve said it.
Nobody fainted. Hardly anyone screamed.
So, assuming that you’re still reading this, I should tell those of you that don’t know, that Twin Peaks was a television show that ran for just two seasons in the early’90s.
It was created by one of my all time cinematic heroes, the brilliant, maverick director of such classics as The Elephant Man and Wild at Heart, David Lynch, and Mark Frost who worked on Hill Street Blues, and would later provide screenplays for the two Fantastic Four blockbusters.
The plot centres around the investigation, by FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper, into the murder of local schoolgirl and homecoming queen, Laura Palmer, and the consequences of her death on the town’s community.
And in the next couple of posts, as much for my pleasure as (hopefully) yours, I shall attempt to explain, maybe even to myself, why the show’s mere thirty episodes managed to leave such a lasting impression on me, and many others over the years.
As I said, I deplore spoilers, so I won’t give away any crucial plot details, but I will use stills borrowed from the great big internet, and see if I can find some interesting clips for you.
So get yourself a slice of cherry pie, pour yourself a damn fine cup of coffee, and get ready to head into the woods…