I finally got off my duff (which is extremely lightly clad at the moment, by the way – and come to think of it, I’m actually still on it, technically). A few sites on the blogroll have entered cold storage for lack of posting, but that clears some room for new tenants.
Goodbye, Konrad and Velociraptors and a long overdue hello to several scribes, including Mystery Man (a fellow TriggerStreeter) and a number of other anonymous exhibitionists. There’s also Brit Andy Coughlan, who makes up for his forthright identity with the clever blog title of Screenwriting and Filmmaking Blog.
All the entries are full of good stuff and if they trend any way, it is to the writing aspect: dialogue, subtext, etc. Perhaps I’m compensating for my own lack of progress. All the kids have been spending all day at home for the last two weeks and I find it hard to concentrate on work. Most of my time has had to go to paid freelance work and preparation for the coming semester. And reading far too many blogs.
This afternoon, I’m off to the big DUBB wedding at which Giz, the lead singer, will marry Clement, the tromboner (that can’t be right) and bandleader. The bandleader plays the trombone, that is – it’s not a big wedding because she’s marrying two guys.
Bonus one-minute movie review:
I was all set to get to bed at a reasonable hour when “Mail Order Wife” came on the tube. It’s a documentary, sort of, of a New York City doorman who orders a woman from Burma. If you’ve seen it or know about it, you know what I’m not revealing. If you haven’t, it’s worth 92 minutes of your time.
What was instructive about the film for me is that none of the people in the dark comedy come off as positive, with the exception of the translator. That works, at least it does for me. It’s a sign that “Book of Trey” or whatever I’m calling it this month can work, too.