It's All Uphill From Here, Or At Least I Hope So
At this moment, six months have gone by since I last posted.
This has been a horrible year[1]--so much so that I've come to describe it as my Year Of Frakking Heck. Not many direct descriptions of/ references to the Year Of Frakking Heck qua Year Of Frakking Heck have made it onto this blog; very few hints of the awfulness of this dismal, um, epoch or whatever have... you know what? Frak this. Okay, here's the deal: I've got a lot to write about, and all of us know that almost none of it will actually see the light of day due to my perfectionism (not to be mistaken for procrastination, a trait that I seldom exhibit now that I'm super-old, by which I mean 37). Frequently, I get the impulse to write a blog post and then end up not posting anything because I haven't made it perfect yet.
I guess you could say that I'm the diametric opposite of Twitter. I don't Twitter (and I suppose the verb is "to tweet" anyway, so, like, whatever). But whatever it is that I don't do, be assured that I don't do that.
Blog posts need not be perfect--or at least I hope they don't, 'cause this one isn't.
So here's what's in store for the immediate future:
--An awesome Star Trek Mashups posting in the style of John Hodgman.
--At least one description of the Year Of Frakking Heck. Probably more than one.
--I will compensate for my failure to mark the passing of several individuals including but not limited to Majel Barrett, Patrick McGoohan, Ricardo Montalban, and Dan O'Bannon by posting at least something about each.
--And I will also probably reveal the unexpected significance of the cute kitten photo (hint: it has something to do with the cheating girlfriend whom I have probably neglected to mention until this moment).
Here's what's probably not in store for the immediate future:
--A full review of Star Trek 11. I enjoy the movie overall. It could've been more coherent, but it surpassed my expectations and it entertained me. And... that's all I really feel the need to say.
Oh, and I failed to mention that I've gained back about 50 pounds. This is the fault of a) the prolonged episode of back pain that I mentioned only in passing, and b) the cheating girlfriend that I mentioned only in the context of teh kitteh photo (misspelling intended).
Be seeing you.
[1]Here I use the term "year" somewhat imprecisely, kind of like how people mean "roughly 1963 to 1975" when they say "The Sixties."[a]
[a] Yes, I became addicted to the David Foster Wallace-style footnotes, and I've never gotten un-hooked offa that.
This has been a horrible year[1]--so much so that I've come to describe it as my Year Of Frakking Heck. Not many direct descriptions of/ references to the Year Of Frakking Heck qua Year Of Frakking Heck have made it onto this blog; very few hints of the awfulness of this dismal, um, epoch or whatever have... you know what? Frak this. Okay, here's the deal: I've got a lot to write about, and all of us know that almost none of it will actually see the light of day due to my perfectionism (not to be mistaken for procrastination, a trait that I seldom exhibit now that I'm super-old, by which I mean 37). Frequently, I get the impulse to write a blog post and then end up not posting anything because I haven't made it perfect yet.
I guess you could say that I'm the diametric opposite of Twitter. I don't Twitter (and I suppose the verb is "to tweet" anyway, so, like, whatever). But whatever it is that I don't do, be assured that I don't do that.
Blog posts need not be perfect--or at least I hope they don't, 'cause this one isn't.
So here's what's in store for the immediate future:
--An awesome Star Trek Mashups posting in the style of John Hodgman.
--At least one description of the Year Of Frakking Heck. Probably more than one.
--I will compensate for my failure to mark the passing of several individuals including but not limited to Majel Barrett, Patrick McGoohan, Ricardo Montalban, and Dan O'Bannon by posting at least something about each.
--And I will also probably reveal the unexpected significance of the cute kitten photo (hint: it has something to do with the cheating girlfriend whom I have probably neglected to mention until this moment).
Here's what's probably not in store for the immediate future:
--A full review of Star Trek 11. I enjoy the movie overall. It could've been more coherent, but it surpassed my expectations and it entertained me. And... that's all I really feel the need to say.
Oh, and I failed to mention that I've gained back about 50 pounds. This is the fault of a) the prolonged episode of back pain that I mentioned only in passing, and b) the cheating girlfriend that I mentioned only in the context of teh kitteh photo (misspelling intended).
Be seeing you.
[1]Here I use the term "year" somewhat imprecisely, kind of like how people mean "roughly 1963 to 1975" when they say "The Sixties."[a]
[a] Yes, I became addicted to the David Foster Wallace-style footnotes, and I've never gotten un-hooked offa that.