Life gets in the way of blogging.

Or is it the other way around? Maybe it’s more of a chicken-and-egg situation where asking the question matters more than finding the answer. At any rate, life has become a mad, mad rush lately, consisting mostly of long work hours during the week (translation: I stare at a computer all day and can’t do it for onemoresecond when I get home) and blowing this popsicle stand on the weekend (concerts, out-of-town trips, whatever else I can think of to get away). That leaves much less time for blogging than I anticipated. Which leads to guilt. Does anyone else feel that, the guilt associated with living life instead of writing blog posts? It’s crazy and irrational and Betty White would call me a loser for saying that, but it’s the truth. I blame technology for this. It forces us to attach guilt to everything: Netflix guilt, Facebook guilt, blog guilt.

But for all that moaning what I’m really trying to say is that I know the posts have been very scarce and I hope come November the workload will lift a little and I can get back to posting several times a week. In the meantime, I promise that I am still here, I am still alive and I am still watching movies. It just takes me about three weeks longer to write about them now.