Before I started this blog a little over a month ago, a friend of mine told me blogging was addictive. I had already experienced the need to read the 20-50 blogs I had discovered on a daily basis. I mean, other than The Daily Show, The Blogosphere is by far our most trusted news source. Or at least our most interesting and frequently visited.
Yet the past few days, due to the previously mentioned work project, I have found myself neglecting both my reading and my writing, and there has been nothing I could do about it. In fact, I’ve primarily been involved with this eternal struggle between my utter ineptitude and my anal perfectionism. Ultimately, sometime around 2 AM last night, I discovered I was slightly more capable than I thought, and I stopped being a perfectionist. Amazing how that occasionally makes everything work out.
The problem is, I have all these posts bouncing around inside my incredibly addled and crowded brain, and at some point soon (maybe post-seder tonight?), I’ll try to get some of it out. What can you expect/dread? (Take your pick!)
- Thoughts on The Ladykillers, Hellboy and Dawn of the Dead. (Guess what Aaron has seen in the past week?)
- Thoughts on the cancellation of Wonderfalls and the early season finale of American Dreams.
- Sports you say? I’m a die-hard San Francisco Giants fan who absolutely does not expect them to go wire-to-wire again … thankfully. Because I never expected it last year either. It’s not easy to be a SF fan in NYC … you have to search news and info. But Barry’s at 659, and they came out on the right side of the W/L debate last night against a Houston team that looks better on paper. Damn … how the hell did baseball season sneak-up on me so damn quickly. I swear, I almost had no idea it was coming.
- Am I allowed to talk about music? I’m not sure. Kinja is calling me a “movie” blog. (Oh yeah, thanks Kinja for calling me anything.) I’m definitely not an “industry” type and I don’t get out to see the live stuff anywhere near as much as I’d like. (Damn UWS rent-stabilized apartment.) But hey … I’ve got thoughts, and who better to ignore them than you … my loyal reader.
So please stay tuned. I promise to do my best not to bring-up any more of your latch-key childhood memories of neglect. Oh wait … was that me? Anyway … until later ….
Out of Focus 