There are only so many times you can let your blog go to pot. I mean, really go to fallow ground, spoiled earth and soil, type of going to pot. I'm glad I have somewhat thrown an occasional seed to the ground over here, with some accompanying manure in the form of my wordsmithing (if I can call it that), my dark brooding moodiness for the much-needed SoCal rain, and my nonetheless sunshiny personality to bring down those good vibey solar smiley rays.FatScribe #Top20Films2015 Not sure if "Gueros" is a '14 or '15 release, but I saw it late '15 at Quentin's joint pic.twitter.com/ZDB4YsvGwX— FatScribe (@FatScribe) January 2, 2016
Re: above. Love film. Love to write about film and to critique it. And, to write my own films (about five (5) to-date). Good gawd, I would l-o-v-e to see some poor schlep (schlub/shlub?) actually have to write about one of my films ... now that'd be cool to be sure.
Anyway, Happy New Years for 2016, Dear Reader. You've been a welcome guest around these here parts. Let's make it a good, nay, a great year over the next 365 days. Do your best and I'll do mine as well. Be nicer to the mailman, and I'll be nicer to my humorless octogenarian charge, even when he least deserves it. If you promise to floss, I'll raise you with getting up an hour earlier to get my quiet time in to help set my tone for the day.
Oh, one final thing: if you will promise to be gracious to your spouse, even when it seems a herculean task, wrapped in a Sisyphean effort, inside a crawling-across-glass chore, I can commit to working on my taxes and facing a few well chosen personal "Giants" with aplomb in 2016. It's good to be accountability buddies with ya. See ya 'round the next post on the ole porkster. Now, go crush 2016 like it's a poor defenseless gazelle to your goal-accomplishing python.