In one of my favorite blogs (by Jane Espensen) she refers to her readers as "gentle readers." As in: So, thank you, gentle readers, for your support. Incidentally, Jane writes about tv scriptwriting, often times discussing humor in scriptwriting. I've been trying to figure out what to call all of you who read my blog so dutifully and flood my inbox with thousands upon thousands of emails. As always, I wish I could respond to all of them.
Here's my friend Lee's favorite blog, which is called The Best Page in the Universe. I read an entry for the first time today (which I've linked to) and enjoyed it very much. But that guy only writes a blog like every two or three months. I've decided to start 2008 with MORE BLOGGIN!!* At least a couple of times a week.
Hmmm. What to write about today. Me and Mike (and non-blog reading spouses) went to see "Gone, Baby, Gone" last night. I give it 3 stars out of 4. Very enjoyable modern-day detective mystery. Afterwards, the bastards at Tambelini's gave me two beers that fell about an inch short of pint.
*More blogging means less quality.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
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Lou, I applaud your idea of more blogging and wish you well. I find it ever so difficult to put out 1 a week let alone 1 every other day. My problem is online poker and that god damned Call of Duty 4. SO ADDICTIVE. No time for bloggy, bloggy.
Oh, and their's that whole family thing too. I guess I have to spend time with them every once in awhile.
I think instead of "Gentle Readers," you could probably get away with BMD for Bud, Mike, and Dave, who are, as far as I can tell, your gentle readers, and I know Dave is far from gentle. Dave, I know I was supposed to keep it between us, but I couldn't reach the right place to salve myself after you were done with me.
You know, Dave, I recently got married, and it's interesting to hear how you have to "spend time with your family." I hadn't anticipated that when I got married. This stuff is so complicated! The wedding vows should be more specific.
What I liked about Gone, Baby, gone was that it had that moment where you started to see the whole movie shift away from where you thought it was going. In a world where everything if formulaic-- and I suppose a more jaded film lover might say that the twist was part of the formula-- I really enjoyed not knowing where the movie was heading. The really funny thing about the movie was that it seemed to take place in Beirut, not a travel brochure for Boston, that is for sure.
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