David Lynch is one of the reason I am who I am today. His masterpiece, Eraserhead, is responsible for a small portion of the electrified dark matter that gnaws hungrily at my brain. Very few artists can get away with what he does and also make a career out of it. But there are many of you out there who do not particularly care for Mister Lynch and his nightmare worlds. That’s cool. I understand (well, actually I don’t understand, but I’m trying to be supportive). Regardless of what you …