So I haven’t been blogging. At least, not here anyway. It’s always in the back of my head, that little voice nagging about how I haven’t blogged, burrowed snugly between “You’ve washed that towel maybe once in the last 80 days” and “You haven’t called your last remaining grandparent in three months.” I don’t have any good reason for why I’ve stopped. There are oodles of reasons — working like crazy, attempting to maintain friendships, making major life decisions over a coin toss, and all those other semi-adult things one starts to do when one is facing the end of one’s twenties. But none of those are good reasons — they all involve close proximity to a computer, WiFi connection, and perfectly use-able keyboard, all of which precipitate the writing of blog posts.

The best explanation I can come up with is that major changes usually require some digestion before they can be blogged. Trying to write about an event while it’s still in the process of happening can leave you with pages of semi-coherent rambling, often spiraling into reactionary rage-blogging — which, while I’ve dabbled in it in the past, isn’t really what I’m going for these days.

Luckily, the world provides us with so many wonderful things to write about besides ourselves (well, not really, but it’s nice to pretend). Like movies, for example. Since there seems to be an elephantine shortage of movie critics these days, I’ve been doing my best to fill the cavernous hole. You can find my latest review here, and a few past reviews here and here and here. One word of advice: if you’re planning to see The Mist, be sure to wait at least 40 minutes after turkey.