Funk

Anybody out there who might actually read this blog might have noticed lately that many of my posts have been a little, how you say, half-assed. Pictures, or pictures accompanied by two, possibly three, short paragraphs, less than in-depth reviews, and so forth and whatnot. The reason for this is that, blog-wise, I've been in a bit of a funk, lately. I haven't felt especially inspired about any particular topic, even in regards to movies I've seen lately that I particularly liked. The same goes for the bad stuff I've encountered lately, which one might assume should have energized and inspired me towards some sort of massive takedown, but no. I did read one especially bad novel recently, but my inclination was to spend no more time thinking about the book after I closed it, and that's what I've done.

This is how I've been feeling lately

I'm writing this not to announce any kind of momentous change around these parts, so the world can let out a collective sigh of relief. I guess this is just more of an attempt to explain myself, and to keep the blog from lying fallow. More the latter, really, because who cares that much about the former? I also offer no plans to reinvigorate myself or this blog, because I honestly assume that will eventually take care of itself. Everybody has moments like this, after all. Although -- and maybe this is a bit early, especially since I'm not prepared to commit to anything -- I have been considering going back on my word, and kicking off another The Kind of Face you SLASH!! for this October. Last year, I said I was never going to do it again, but now I'm not so sure. It was hard work, but I'm glad I did it, and I also have no idea what else I would do this Halloween. So I guess if this place is still bland and lifeless through September 30, just wait one more day, because things might possibly get marginally better after that. Though I promise nothing.

Also, Star Trek was good! It was a fun time at the theater, and I have no particularly strong gripes beyond the belief that next time around they should maybe rein back a little on the comedy. Especially if the stakes are going to be as high as they were in this film. A story of genocide should maybe not include a scene where Kirk is running around with cartoonishly big hands (the result of an injection from McCoy) trying to warn of imminent danger, but unable to make himself clear because his tongue is numb (ibid). But that's honestly not as bad as it sounds (or not quite, anyway), and overall I had a blast with the film. Special praise goes to Zachary Quinto as Spock, who more or less nails every moment. All the actors stepping in to play these iconic characters must have had a pretty bad case of the jitters, and, honestly, all of them stepped up and delivered, but none moreso than Quinto.

And look, that's going to be my entire review of Star Trek!! I told you I've been half-assing it lately.