Today I sit at a reception desk. It is my first temp job in I don’t know how many years, and it’s very temporary. Just today and tomorrow. Doing very little. In fact, after I complete the four or five incredibly simple tasks (of course, don’t those always unexpectedly take the most time), I should have time to do just about anything else I want. Such as, I don’t know, pretend to actually write on this blog again.
I have an agenda. There are a few things that have been going on in life that for some reason I feel compelled to expunge in a public forum such as this one. Go figure. Is it narcissism? Well what isn’t these days. But I don’t think so. I don’t think my life is so interesting — rather, I know it’s not – but I don’t know … stories I want to tell or something?
Anyway, I’ve actually deliberately (until the last couple months) stayed away from using this space as a “personal” blog, and now, I really want to get back to its original purpose – me ranting about movies and TV and media and all that crap. And I’m going to. Hell, I feel like I have to start writing about film again since apparently I’m an official ”Film Blogger”. (And yes, I realize I have now officially jumped the shark.)
So this is my intro … my prologue … my preface to a return to regular writing or blogging or whining or ranting or rambling or whatever it is I do here. I should get back to the few items for which they’re paying me, and then later in the day, I’ll be back to get all the catch-up out of the way. Oooh, there’s fun to be had, with everything from my friendly welcome to Brooklyn to why for the first time ever I was disappointed that I had read a book before seeing its filmed adaptation.
No wait … come back. It won’t be that dull.
Out of Focus 