(Note: Comments have been closed. That's another reason for this post -- the fucking spam. If you'd like to contact me, use my gmail address. Hunt around, you'll find it.)
So, I managed to keep this blog going for almost 2 1/2 years, which aint too shabby in my opinion. Wrote some stuff, some good, some bad, some what the hell. Met some really cool people through it -- some even moved up to Seattle just to bask in my glow. (Or at least, that's what I tell myself.) And I certainly hope to maintain those relationships in the years to come.
Unfortunately, it's time to bid adieu, at least to hlhsm in its current form. Two big reasons:
1. Both Martin and I have decided that, while we're serious about our nascent writing careers, we could afford to be a little more serious. We have a site, Spitball!, devoted to that, and it needs more attention than its getting right now. While both of us like writing about film, we know that being film critics, whether it be amateur or (god forbid) professional, is simply not what we want to do. Anyway, I enjoy the work of my friends (and the work of the cats I admire) enough that I feel that getting my opinion out there just isn't that important anymore, not when they're putting out so much good film writing and criticism. Especially when, nine times out of ten, if someone wants my perspective on a movie, I can point to someone else's review that says exactly what I would say.
2. And then there's two -- or should I say three? My wife, Amy, is pregnant! Ten weeks pregnant, to be exact, but we've only known for about a week now. (It's a funny story -- maybe I'll tell it sometime.) The due date is February 5th, and the little Beeson is either Laura Mae or James Geoffrey. (Make your predictions in the comments!) So, yeah, I'm a little busy right now. I'll be lucky if I can get in any writing time, actually.
(There were supposed to be some ultrasound pictures here, but I can't remember how to put them up. I suck.)
So while this blog will still be here, and has a pretty good chance of becoming the He Loved Him Some Baby blog, as far as film writing goes -- no more. If I have the itch, I'll scratch it over at Listology. Or at Scott's. Or Steve's. Or Greg's. Or Chris's. (One "s" or two? Can never remember.)
Thank you, everyone, who took the time to read my scribblings these past two and a half years. It's been fun. Hope y'all stick around for wherever I go next.
(P.S. Ummm, I think SIFF 2007 is probably out as well, for the obvious reasons.)Where we saw it: general | We deign to rate it: baby makes 3 outta 100