Some small things make life good in a big way. And you know who you are. No, wait, I’m not talking about that kinda things. I’m talking about these kinda things:
Some small things make life good in a big way.
And you know who you are.
No, wait, I’m not talking about that kinda things. I’m talking about these kinda things:
I think I’ve said this before but I seem to have hit one of those phases where I can’t seem to communicate. I stop sending email, I don’t call, I don’t always respond to IM. I’m suddenly not stunningly clever and seductive. It’s funny, I crave contact when I get like this, but I seem […]
I think I’ve said this before but I seem to have hit one of those phases where I can’t seem to communicate. I stop sending email, I don’t call, I don’t always respond to IM. I’m suddenly not stunningly clever and seductive.
It’s funny, I crave contact when I get like this, but I seem unable to maintain a conversation and don’t reach out. It seems to be a periodic phase. Sometimes I stop blogging as well, but honestly sometimes these phases lead to more writing so I try not to fight it.
I just lose the ability to stay in contact from time to time.
The final conclusion – up front, newspaper style: When it comes to Batman on film, there’s no pleasing me. I finally got around to watching Batman Begins, after hearing over and over, from everyone from Olivia to the video store clerk what a great film it is. I can’t say it sucked. I really didn’t […]
The final conclusion – up front, newspaper style: When it comes to Batman on film, there’s no pleasing me.
I finally got around to watching Batman Begins, after hearing over and over, from everyone from Olivia to the video store clerk what a great film it is.
I can’t say it sucked. I really didn’t suck. But it sure didn’t rule either.