So, I was in the bathroom reading a magazine when I had an idea. (I love magazines, they're great for a number of places -- bathrooms, airplanes, doctors' offices, call centers, hotels far from home...) I was flipping through the pages and saw an ad with an actress I quite like. Immediately I started to think about the conversation I would have if I ever met this person, which would probably be something like "oooh my gosh you're really awesome and I loved you in that movie that time and you were great...." and then I'd stand a few more awkward seconds before walking away calling out "take care" or some such thing. Because I'm awkward. And I want people to take care.
I realize that starting my blog in the bathroom is an awkward place to begin, but I feel we've covered that issue, and now I'm in my room creating this blog. Either way, it occurred to me that I'll probably not get the chance to stand up at the Oscars thanking people for my meteoric rise from call center rep to schedule manager to costar in a Gary Oldman/Tilda Swinton/Joseph Gordon-Levitt/Marion Cotillard film written by Joss Whedon and directed by Guillermo Del Toro. I'll most likely not meet any of those people, nevermind see them randomly in the world long enough to weirdly compliment them in a combination loud/inaudible voice.
Odds are, I won't get published to the point that I can dedicate each one of my books to every amazing teacher I ever had (I've counted, it's 30, and they were fantastic people, one way or another.) I won't get the chance to thank every friend, every decent boss, every friendly coworker, or tell every relative what they mean to me to the full extent. There are some people too far gone, some too far away, and some to whom I no longer speak, but who still exist somewhere in my mind as a part of my past, still alive and happy and part of my life.
With all of these realizations, it also occurred to me that there is no better way for me to start saying what I wish I could say to people, than to start saying it. Sure, they won't see it most likely. The audience of my film review blog Filmpozium comprises my Mom and Dad, my brother, and a handful of his friends. If I'm lucky, they'll want to read this and get some entertainment out of it. Or maybe not... I haven't figured out what I want to say to each individual person. All I really know is, this is a neat idea, and it's about time I started doing something that I can keep up without spending $15 at the movie theatre, especially since, as one person tells me, I can't seem to give a movie a really bad review (which isn't true, I just happened to like Waterworld in Spanish...not having any idea what they were saying just made it better).
So, here it is, my new blog, with lots of things I want to say to lots of people... rich and famous, ordinary; alive, dead, or otherwise departed. But first, sleep...
