saw that bloody movie...you've been great...g'nite...

Yes it's true, I've decided to take off like a flock of...flocking taker offers. I'm spent! I need a break!

But before I leave---



How can a movie make me cringe with disgust and laugh at the same time? Was I supposed to laugh? What the heck is wrong with me? I felt a little sick to my stomach.... Dude, I am NOT into horror movies. But this...Black and red just look so good together...

Since it's Friday, here's a shot of our favourite revenge obsessed homicidal psychopath, and his incredible, delicate looking but conniving would-be lover...




And our favourite smarmy, oily, villainous villian...




Not only is this a gorgeous movie- every brick is perfectly slimy, and perfectly lit-- who does low level light better than Tim Burton?-- but you just never know when they're going to BURST INTO SONG and not just any song but jaunty tunes about cannibalism, oh yay, and with just the right amount of musical theatre vibrato. Jethro liked the Melodyne treatment on the vocals. Don't ask.

I'd tell you all about it, I'd write a witty, funny, and adoring review, which in fact I may do at some point, but right now, I am just exhausted.

Not out of ideas. I have a head full of ideas. I just don't have the...guts for it.

I've decided to take a break. Not permanently, just for a week or so until I get my head cleared out a bit. As I type that I hear a sarcastic laugh in the back of my skull. Get my head cleared out? Ha. That would take longer than a week.

So what, you might ask, will I be doing on my little sabbatical? My little vacay? My little Time Out?



I will write. Really, honestly write. I'll sit down at my desk each day after the pug walk and let my eyes glaze over and my fingers run. I'll write until my Imaginary People finally shake loose and start talking. I'll write until I don't care anymore what it is or what it will be or who will ever read it. I'll write because I have to and because I love it.

And...

I'll get back in the saddle. I've got goals to reach in that part of my life too.

I just thought of something.

Three years ago I couldn't have formed these thoughts. Three years ago I couldn't get through a day without crying, and I couldn't deal with anything harder than getting dressed.

Maybe I'll put that journey into words...maybe I'll save it. For later.

I'll be back. I might check in on you guys as my reward for working. I'll give you lots of warning before I fire up the bloggage again. Before I go, here are some pictures to hold you over, plus there's an email on my profile page, which I might actually check occasionally. Feel free to come back and discuss in great detail in the comment section. In fact, you may all go ahead and discuss how much fun I am, and like, how charming, and you know, all smart and stuff. Cuz y'know, this blog may be a huge distraction and a time suck, but it's also a lot of fun...and a giant ego stroke.

Later.


(from the Sweeney Todd London premiere...I'm pretty sure he's had that suit for 20 years!)


(from the Tokyo premiere.)

Here, enjoy some pictures while I'm out. I might sneak back in and add more. Cuz I'm just full of surprises.