Last

I guess I'll jump on the ol' bandwagon and alert everyone to my official last post of the semester.

Depsite my vast legion of fans (all quivering with anticipation as to what I'll write next, I'm sure), I will not be continuing this blog.  I think I made a valiant effort (or at least I made one at all) but alas, I am not a blogger.

I don't feel the need to make updates about the mundane activities in my life.  I don't think anyone needs to know my opinion about the latest movie or TV show when they can visit professional websites dedicated to these topics.  I refuse to post stories or even excerpts of stories online.  I'm much better at complaining in person.  And lastly, I just don't fucking feel like it.

If other people want to blog, well, that's just dandy.  But it ain't for me. 

I don't feel like my blog (or 75% of the blogs that exist) fills any kind of void.  Almost everyone has access to the internet now, and half of those people probably have a blog or online journal or fledgling website.  Which means all those people feel important and are most likely hoping for some sort of fame or recognition.  And since we live in the Age of the Celebrity, I'd guess that quite of few of them will get their wishes and garner book deals or at least some cold hard cash from advertisers.

But I don't want to be a part of that.  Like I said many moons ago, there is a difference between a blogger and writer, and I would prefer to be known as the latter.

If I can't find any success with my writing, then maybe as a last resort I'll give in to the self-promotion and self-publishing bullshit.  And am I looking down my nose at this stuff?  Hell yes.  I don't care if it makes me sound like a jackass. 

So...anyway.  The end.  Goodbye.  It's been real. 

Predictable

This is what happens whenever I have any sort of assignment due:

I make a plan far in advance of the assignment's due date.  I decide on what I want to do and how I want to do it, and I tell myself that it'll all get done ahead of schedule because I'm prepared.

Inevitably and usually a day or two before the assignment is due, I decide I hate everything I've done.  I decide this even if I have weeks invested in something and it's 99.9% finished.  I decide that there's nothing to do but completely start over.

I delete all prior work and begin anew, only to realize that I'm an asshole for doing this because now it's all being done last-minute and that will definitely be reflected in what I end up with.

Despite this feeling of being a dumbass, I will do this every single goddamn time.  I am very predictable this way.

So, yes.  It's happened again.  I made significant headway with my project for this class and was nearly finished when I decided I loathed the story.  I mean, I still loathe the story I started with.  There's no way I would turn that in.  But now it's getting close to my bed time (I'm old) and about two hours ago I decided that I wanted to go with a new story and a completely new way of telling it (project is being done via facebook.  And it's not good.  Shut up).  So...whatever.  I like the new story better, at least.  But don't expect to be wowed during our presentations.

Grit

I'm not sure how I feel about the remake of True Grit.  I love the original.  John Wayne is perfect as Rooster Cogburn, and I'm pretty sure I had a huge crush on Glen Campbell's La Boeuf after seeing the film when I was about 10.  Because, you know...I like assholes.  Always have, always will.

As for Version 2.0...well, I like Jeff Bridges.  Though I'm not fond of Matt Damon with a mustache (no mustache is tolerable).  And I like Josh Brolin, especially when he's being scary.

I know I'm going to see it.  Even Pandora is endorsing this decision: it keeps playing artists with sandpaper-y voices who sing about whiskey and horses and being away from home.

But of all the movies that could be remade, True Grit is one that absolutely did not need a reboot.  That movie is flawless as far as I'm concerned. 

I'm sure Jeff Bridges will be great.  I liked him a lot in Crazy Heart.  Don't get me wrong- the screenplay for that movie was nothing special.  It was the mother of all cliches, predictable down to the dialogue.  But it was the best version of that cliche I've ever seen, and Bridges was very, very good.  I could do without Maggie Gyllenhaal, though...I can always do without Maggie Gyllenhaal.  And her brother.  Blech.

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