I thought about being serious, once.

It just didn't take.  Ok.  It might have, at least a little bit.  But then during the work day it's so hard to stay focused.  I mean, really, if I can get away with writing crap like this and get paid in actual, American dollars (or at least data sent to my bank that represents actual American dollars) for it what incentive do I have to make this blog have a coherent point?

The answer, of course, is none.  I had a thought once upon a time - also known as a couple of months ago - of setting myself one of those ridiculous internet goals.  Instead of, say, cooking everything in Julia Child's the Art of Cooking and letting the world know about its effect on my love life I was going to do a movie review blog.  Because if there's one thing I love (other than my wife and family, of course) it's watchin' movies.  Sweet, sweet movies.

The idea was to dedicate some of my time to this hobby and actually put together a blog-thing that would have features like actually being edited and coherent (mostly) along with providing if not a vital service at least some sort of value.  My idea was to write a blog that would involve the watching and reviewing of 100 movies.  A mix of classics, Netflix finds, art films and present big-screen blockbusters.

I think I could watch 100 movies in a year.  I don't know that I could convince Ladytoa to do the same.  Who knows, maybe it will be my New Year's Resolution blog.  If nothing else, it can help keep my critical eye and my pimp hand strong.  Not as strong as Luke Cage's, but who's is?

The answer to that is no one, Internet.  No one will ever have a pimp hand stronger than Power Man.  Deal with that reality.  It's ok to be second best to Luke Cage.  No one is judging you for it.  Except possibly your girlfriend who wishes you were that awesome.

Wow - a whole post without too much incredible randomness.  Do we take this as a sign of growth or of the fact that work this morning has attempted to squeeze my brain out of my ears and I just don't have the energy to actually think in my normal fashion?  I don't know, yet.  But I'm interested to find out.