In The Long Kiss Goodnight Samuel L. Jackson plays a broken down private detective who has this habit of singing the things he’s doing. I’m not quite that tired yet but after four hours of curling I had to remind myself not to swallow the mouthwash this evening when I brushed my teeth.
I had wanted to include a dissection of some red hot economic issues as part of NaBloPoMo this year. I did not get to them.
More movie reviews were on the agenda but I haven’t figured out how to do more of them without feeling like I’m shorting the site for which I am supposed to be writing them under my real name.
I’d also wanted to get off my chest a rant about Mark Zuckerberg, Facebook, and the death of friendship. I didn’t get to that either.
I guess not making these goals gives me an excuse to keep blogging into December and beyond. This isn’t a bad thing.