It seems like forever since I've posted on you. I see that it has only been twelve days. They are long days without you blog.
It's not that I don't love you, I do -- and I wish I had the time to tell you all about how I feel about movies I've seen and what I think about certain movie trailers. Oh blog yes, I know you would understand and enjoy just how much there is to say about movie trailers -- like the one for the Adam Sandler movie coming out in Spring -- holy Bob Dylan look a like, Batman. And, holy dramatic chops? Even though they showed the whole movie in that one trailer, I still want to see it.
Or what about that Hills Have Eyes 2
trailer? I don't want to see the movie, my dear blog, even so -- it was everything a movie trailer should be. If I were into creepy I would have to go see that movie even though I saw nothing but some ropes, slow walking and slow dragging of things while a weird folky song played -- shudder
They should stick to that teaser and not ruin it with the long one that will remind me that it's just a stupid and unnecessarily horrible movie.
And blog, when will I ever find time to tell you about Gurty and why her legs were shaved? Or wonder aloud if I'm turning into a doggy blogger and if it's a category worse than "mommy blogger" -- and if I'm both, what does it mean? I bet it gets me blacklisted from my space.
Oh that there were more hours in the day, blog, I would share my hopes, my dreams, my artistic aims. But alas, time management is not one of my gifts and it is for this reason that you suffer neglect.
I love you blog and I hope to type more soon, but if I don't, please know it's not you -- it's me.