It's been busy, very busy, in fact, settling into a new job and moving our daughter 500 miles to get her college career rolling. As a result, I haven't had the time I'd like to sit down and compose a decent post. But that's not the real problem. The real problem is that, in between the moving about from state to state and job to job (which makes me sound a bit like Andy Travis, in case, baby, you've ever wondered) I've come up with many a tantalizing prospect for a post, only to forget it when it comes time to sit down and flesh it out. "Ah now," I'll say to myself as I stroke my chin, "I was going to write a piece on..." And then? Nothing.
All I can gather at this point is that Flickhead wrote something about some movie or actress or thing out there and I thought, "Hey, yeah, I can expand on that!" And then, right after that, because my mind is trying to process multiple life-changing adjustments at once, I thought, "I wonder if Flickhead's written anything lately." Because, see, I forgot I even had an idea from a Flickhead post, or comment, or Facebook status update or comment on one of my Facebook status updates. Shit, I don't know. Seriously, I don't know.
And then I'm almost positive Bill did something funny or stupid or vile and I thought "cool" or "yeah" or "fuck him!" I can't remember. Or maybe that was Arbogast. I don't know. I do know the other day, yesterday I think, I saw that Rod or Marilyn, or maybe both, reviewed The Bitter Tears of Petra Von Kant and I immediately got an idea for a Fassbinder piece. No, really, I'm not just making this up for a joke. This whole post is real, however comical my mental misfortune may be. I had an idea and I swear to you on Fritz Lang's monocle, I don't know what in the hell it was. All I can come up with is "Frische birnen!" That's all I got and I know it was better than that. But still, there it is in my head. "Frische birnen! Frische birnen!" That's not a post!
On the 500 mile drive back from college this weekend, at night(!), my wife and I discussed all kind of cool stuff but nothing I could really make a post out of at this point. We talked about No Country for Old Men and Blood Meridian and Cormac McCarthy's world outlook and it was all great but I don't think I can accurately, or even very enthusiastically, regurgitate all of it here. It's one of those things where the conversation is so great you feel spent afterwards and don't have a desire to start the whole thing up again because you covered all the bases.
And so here I am, writing away about not having any idea what to write about and doing it all with not a shred of ironic intention. I'm not trying to make this into some clever 8 1/2 movie blogger post, I'm trying to apologize for being so flaky and sporadic on the post front. I swear, I'm going to remember one of the ideas I had soon and write it up. Or maybe I'll just write up some October stuff early (it's all I can remember at this point but I'm trying to save it all up - just watch, by October, I'll forget all of it). Either way, that's the story here, for now. Just thought I'd keep you updated. Until next time,
22 comments:
What?
What? Did I say something?
Hey, you know, I should write a post.
But what about, though!?
Das ist not eine booby!
Germans in a Country of Old Men..by Lewis Milelongkidneystone
=:o@ aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I appreciate your conundrum and overjoyed that I could aid in your confusion.
Bill, I'm going to write about whatever Rod said. I think he's onto something. Or what Christopher wrote. I think he's on something.
You know, Ray, I watched Looking to Get Out fairly regularly on cable back in the eighties so I'm thinking it had something to do with that but I have no idea what.
tdraicer:
Round here it is called an attack of Professor Farnsworth.
And who IS Fritz Berman?
Good news, everyone! Greg has forgotten everything.
Welcome to maturation. Memory is the second thing to go.
But with each loss, something is gained. For instance, now I have ear hair.
Cool. I have something akin to Andy Rooney's eyelashes protruding from my nostrils.
Mine aren't that bad yet but I do, ahem, pluck and shave them when I can so it doesn't look like there's a moustache growing out of my nose.
You pluck? You fairy!
[hangs head in shame]
Instead of writing about how you have nothing to say, why not do the new quiz at Sergio Leone, etc.? Easy substitute for not having a new post, or something like that.
True. But it is really easy to just write about nothing. Really easy!
Dennis told me that becuase you haven't answered his quiz, he hasn't gone a day without crying. Just so you knkow.
I'm glad to knkow that, Bill. I will answer it soon enough, in my own special way in which I explain why I have to answer it in a special way. It will be a very special Cinema Styles.
Oh good -- I need a good cry. I'll get my box of Kleenex ready
Isn't It.
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