I promised myself Skittles for The Village. My all-time favorite movie snack. I gave up refined sugars almost two years ago and it's been ages since I lasted tasted the rainbow. I told Anthony that I was going to treat myself to a regular sized bag of Skittles for the two or three movies I really anticipate every year. I think the euphoria of chomping on sweet Skittle flesh might be the only thing that could appease my wounded heart if The Village disappointed me somehow.

I'm going to itch and squirm on the stool all night I know it. Like waiting for the sun on Christmas morning.

Mr. M. Night,

P L E A S E D O N ' T L E T ME DOWN

All right all right all right all right all right all right all right all right all right all right all right ALL RIGHT!  Enough already.  I've just got to do this thing.  Post something.  Shock start this thing alive again.  And it doesn't have to be a seamless blend of all the things I did during my three-week hiatus.  Doesn't have to sting with elegant prose and fluidity like some other blogger I know.  It just has to be something.  Like when a baseball player is in a massive slump and he finally drag bunts a five-foot basehit.  Anything to end the drought.  The elegance, the fluidity; all that will come again; writing gets better and easier the more you do it.  But this stagnant blog has been hanging over my swimmy head like the sword of Damocles, day after endless day.  I've started a few "high concept" back-with-a-bang entries that went belly-up short of my expectations.  The power has gone out killing entries.  TWICE!   Finally I've time-crunched myself into doing this.  Twelve minutes to a new episode of Entourage, then the superb Da Ali G Show.  Six minutes now.  So there.  I'm back.

Hopefully.

p.s. -- Sometimes I brain fart on words I learned in first grade.  Tonight that word was "All Right."  That's two words I know; but suddenly I started wondering -alright?  Is that right?  Dictionary.com had an interesting answer:  Usage Note: Despite the appearance of the form alright in works of such well-known writers as Langston Hughes and James Joyce, the single word spelling has never been accepted as standard. This is peculiar, since similar fusions such as already and altogether have never raised any objections. The difference may lie in the fact that already and altogether became single words back in the Middle Ages, whereas alright has only been around for a little more than a century and was called out by language critics as a misspelling. Consequently, one who uses alright, especially in formal writing, runs the risk that readers may view it as an error or as the willful breaking of convention.