What I'm Obsessing Over (12.09)

The Dead End Kids! I can't stop watching DEAD END, or ANGELS WITH DIRTY FACES. Enjoying Bogart month on TCM (via my DVR), and lots of The East Side Kids, via the Internet Archive.

-- removed from sidebar & added here, September 15th, 2010

Or maybe they pucked like rabbits...

Famous Partners Errol Flynn and Olivia de Havilland, NOT having sex...Flynn thinking, "Damn it! It's not for the lack of trying."

I've been wanting to come back to blogging for about a month now. I had meant to come back in October, and didn't. Then I was gonna write a novel in November, but was too sick. So December comes, and I had every intention of returning, or starting over completely. And then one thing after another happened, and I didn't. Oh well.

So then yesterday, in the midst of domestic chaos (the pipes beneath my trailer home decided to fall apart, leaving me with no plumbing!) I thought, Yes, I'll go back tomorrow (now today), and I'll write about my rejuvenated love of film, etc., and let myself write whatever I want to write about life, and talk to my old friends, and happy, happy thoughts, and then tonight, after a long, well-earned shower, I came into my office and got scared.

I didn't want to come back.

In hopes of a sign -- something to push me; to make me realize, that YES, I do want to come back! -- I thought I'd check my email first (something I haven't done in a long time), and there in my inbox, along with Christmas cards and tons of spam, was a new comment on an extremely old post I did on the partnership of Errol Flynn and Olivia de Havilland.

Okay.

So this comment said I was inaccurate. Or better yet, that I had chose an inaccurate word to describe Flynn and de Havilland's million year old relationship.

Okay again.

You know, I realized something in my absence from this place: no matter what we think we know about things that went on a million years ago, about our favorite movies and stars, there's no way to EVER know if what we're writing about is absolutely TRUE.

And that's fine. But that's also why I plan on writing only opinions from now on. No more of this re-arranging facts I've read from wherever.

Just opinions.

Like how that commenter can take his or her comment and choke on it.

See? Now there's an opinion. ;)

Inaccurate my foot...

What should I say, huh? That Flynn and de Havilland...

A) had sex.
B) didn't have sex.
C) were madly, completely in love with each other.
D) hated each other's guts.

I have no idea!

All I know is hearsay, and regurgitated Hollywood folklore. Like the one about how Flynn once tried to rape de Havilland.

There, is that better? Nice story...

I thought saying they had sporadic crushes on each other, but nothing really ever came of it, was sufficient.

But what do I know??

Inaccurate....

Blogs are inaccurate. Wikipedia's inaccurate. History's inaccurate. Comments are inaccurate! Sufficiency's inaccurate. The world's inaccurate!!

...

Ha. What a sweet disposition.

An awful Christmas. Horrible Sickness. A failed attempt to leave life completely. And I choose now to start blogging again. Oh, why not? Why not blog again...something fun to do. I miss all my old friends. I miss writing about film. I miss writing period. I miss listening to myself type. I miss regurgitating Hollywood folklore into my own brand of inaccurate sufficiency.

I miss BEING HERE.

Anyway, it's New Year's Eve, so who cares what I miss.

A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!

And to you:

I hope you're wherever you want to be.

I hope you have no plans to leave anything completely.

And I hope you're always accurate, and choose your words wisely, so random anonymous strangers won't criticize you, and get you all fired-up, defensive, and slightly upset (then again, I'm always upset), but hell, it got me here, didn't it?

On New Year's Eve, just like I wanted.

It's a good time to start over.

A good time to come back.

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