Mea culpa

Yeah, I know. It's been a week, nearly two. I never call, I never write. And I promised to keep in touch. Well, sometimes life gets in the way. Work's been piling up and I'm trying to do some things around the house, and...

OMG, I'm becoming that blogger. When I started this I told myself I wasn't going to bore my three-or-so readers with the sad minutiae of my life (and that I wouldn't use contractions like OMG - well, WTF).

I can teel you I have been considering the breadth of talent exibited by Harvey Keitel over his long and distinguished career, gathering my thoughts for a post in the not too distant future I hope. And I have also been thinking about revisionism in the Western genre. Kind of from Broken Arrrow to Unforgiven. More on that in a couple of weeks too, I think. More on these when I've got more than five minutes spare.

If you're that starved for some distraction, I've been posting pretty regularly to my other blog, though you won't find anything there as considered or erudite as what I try to offer here.