Guess what I just did? I missed my own blog's two-year anniversary, which was yesterday. For some reason, I thought the anniversary was on the 21st, and my plan had been to use the opportunity to write-up Allen Barron's Blast of Silence, as that's the film that gave this blog its name. Obviously, I could still do that, but the frickin' anniversary was yesterday, and that realization has made me feel all out sorts. I know -- boo hoo. But I honestly like kind of a punk now, and I don't want to half-ass a Blast of Silence review just so I can say I was only one day late.
So what do I do now? I don't know. You're supposed to do something special for your blog anniversary -- I think the second is the "sarcasm" anniversary -- and I completely spaced. And my ambitions were so out-sized, too: Blast of Silence, pizza, Citizen Kane-esque dancing girls.
Welp. Happy anniversary to me, I guess. It might well have been interesting, had I remembered.
UPDATE: Ah, I'll probably still do it. Write up Blast of Silence, that is. Look for it tomorrow, or something.
