My beloved partner is to blame for this. She put the idea in my head that with all the interest I have and all the time I devote to video entertainment, I should put it to work. And she is not talking about the Mpeg's on my computer that feature mostly naked people, either. (Yes, I have some of that. In case you didn't notice the 501 crotch shot, I am male. And most men, whether they admit to it or not, have at least a minor porn stash. Which is not to say women don't...)
Do a review blog, she says.
And I'm taking her seriously. I woke up this morning thinking about what I could blog about today and started counting DVDs by title. I stopped counting at 669. Which is a number that is deceptively small based on other things.
Number one, that's titles. Which means that the 42 minute Dr. Horrible DVD counts the same as Ken Burns' Baseball, which has nine innings running about four hours each. Plus an "extra innnings" disc. Considering things like Baseball, Band of Brothers, The Tudors and even Lord of the Rings, I figured a better representation would be hours. If I call it four hours a title (which will be low, I promise) then I have over 2500 hours on DVD. It is probably closer to 3500, at least.
Number two, that does not count things still relegated to VHS or the countless hours that can be spent on the RPG genre of videogaming I love.
So, I have the inventory, especially when you consider that I am constantly wanting to acquire more and that I lost a goodly portion of my collection in the divorce. Many musicals, RomComs and movies the kids liked stayed behind in San Diego. Another 150-200 titles maybe.
But should I do it here? This blog was supposed to be to support my writing, then became political. But it's mine. I can do what I want.
Still, maybe I would be better served by doing a dedicated blog?
So, now I have to decide a few things. Dedicated blog, yes or no? If so, title of blog. How to distinguish from the hundreds already out there. Do I focus on new stuff? Overlooked stuff? Blasts From the Past?
I mean, there are still far too few people that have seen Before Sunrise.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
My Poor Neglected Blog
It's not that I haven't been writing blog posts here... it's that I haven't been writing.
I've been plotting a new Erotique-world story with my partner and I did write sports during the Charger playoff run. But overall, I just haven't been writing. The Padres got a new owner and a new left-fielder. Not a word. the Chargers designated a franchise player. I'm silent. The Republicans have been acting like spoiled children who want to take their ball and go home and I've been quiet.
I so need to change this.
Yesterday, I wrote nearly 2200 words on a new story. Which is great, except that now I have yet another WIP. (Work In Process, for you sane people. You know, the non-writers.)
So I dutifully say to myself that I'm gonna finish it today. It's an erotic piece and I've got one of them naked and the other one half naked. I've written literally dozens of sex scenes. One more should just flow easily through my fingers to the screen, right?
Nope. Nothing. Not a friggin' word. Frick. Freak. Frak. And all those other substitute f-words that are out there. (Why do made up substitute F words always have an R in them?)
Maybe I'll try again this afternoon. Sigh.
I've been plotting a new Erotique-world story with my partner and I did write sports during the Charger playoff run. But overall, I just haven't been writing. The Padres got a new owner and a new left-fielder. Not a word. the Chargers designated a franchise player. I'm silent. The Republicans have been acting like spoiled children who want to take their ball and go home and I've been quiet.
I so need to change this.
Yesterday, I wrote nearly 2200 words on a new story. Which is great, except that now I have yet another WIP. (Work In Process, for you sane people. You know, the non-writers.)
So I dutifully say to myself that I'm gonna finish it today. It's an erotic piece and I've got one of them naked and the other one half naked. I've written literally dozens of sex scenes. One more should just flow easily through my fingers to the screen, right?
Nope. Nothing. Not a friggin' word. Frick. Freak. Frak. And all those other substitute f-words that are out there. (Why do made up substitute F words always have an R in them?)
Maybe I'll try again this afternoon. Sigh.
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