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Postscript to An Apology: Making Goodbyes Stick...

So, what’s the hold-up? You’ve written your apology. You’ve gotten your mind clear and the guilt has dissipated. You can move on from your supposedly Spout-derived depression and begin taking the Cinema 4 Pylon to the next level.

So why haven’t you written anything, you whiny bastard?

All good questions that I ask myself, and probably questions that a couple of you out there may have muttered yourself.

But the answers are aren’t easy. So much has happened in the past week regarding the apology. Part of it is due to the anti-climactic nature of the response to the apology, and part of it leaves me wondering as to why I assign such significance to one small event that really doesn’t matter to, well, anyone else… apparently. But then there was something that followed up that response that leaves me wondering something else altogether.

First, the response. After posting the fourth part of my epic mind-cleanser -- sort of a concentrated Drano for the psyche -- I then devised a quick and very p…

Stumbling Thru the March of Time, Pt. IV: Apologizing by Not Apologizing Seemingly At First but Ultimately Doing What Must Be Done...

[Editor’s note: If you have not read Parts I-III, please do so, and make sure to read the post that is referenced at the end of Part III by clicking here. Thanks.]

I am assuming by this point that you have read my Spout.com piece for the DVD More Shoes, which was written after weeks of moping and teeth-gnashing and under the general impression that my rights as a citizen of the supposedly free world (though it never really is) were being trampled upon without mercy. Just because the good people who run Spout.com were trying to make things a little easier on their members and visitors to use their site, I went off on a mad, cynical rampage, basically just trashing the place… though, I might add, I did still fulfill my duties as a “reviewer” and focus at least a handful of paragraphs on the movie at hand.

True, these paragraphs were sandwiched between my various ravings regarding having to put the word “review” in all of my titles, having to include recommendations of at least one other f…

Stumbling Thru the March of Time, Pt. III: No Braveheart References in a World Prone to Inappropriate Braveheart References...

I created this current hell for myself.

Were it so that everyone admitted their faults or mistakes so easily, this society might be an easier one through which to traverse, let alone become one slightly less litigious in nature. But not everyone is afforded the unique opportunity to reliably observe their current state, as I believe I have, and identify precisely what has gotten them to that point. And even less people are willing, once they do find the initial progenitor of their anguish, to actually do something about it.

This is something I have put off since late November, when I first had the idea that I needed to do something to right the ship. And then I didn’t do anything, and every single day since then, I have thought “I need to fix this,” and I haven’t, and it has nagged unswervingly at me ever since. Up to this day. My salvation shall gush forth in the form of an apology – an apology to a group that I believe that I have wronged, even if what led me to believe this I did und…

Stumbling Thru the March of Time, Pt. II: In Brightest Day, In Blackest Night...

You may have noticed over the past few months that the Pylon has been steadily more “substance”-free. Not that it ever is that substantive – though I do try to make a good show of it now and then, but even if one includes the pieces that at least halfway attempted to be reviews of various pop cultural items or trends as what passes for substance on the Pylon, then this blog has become less and less of a place for even that lowly placed regard in recent months.

Take a look at things on here since September, after I had just finished knocking out a long series of “reviews” of short films for Spout.com, and you will find that I have resorted more and more to “puff” pieces than actual reviews or pieces breaking down aspects of criticism, felonious or laud-worthy. I spent a third of September in Disney World, and literally used the Pylon as an outright diary/journal for those ten days or so. Not that I wouldn’t resort to such antics again – September did become my biggest post month of the …

Stumbling Thru the March of Time, Pt. I: Slowly Unfurling the Curl

It wasn’t supposed to be this way…

For those of you (and I can name at least a dozen of my good friends and family who have made inquiries) that have wondered why I have remained largely incommunicado for the past month, worry no more. For those slightly fewer than that dozen who have asked why I haven’t posted anything on the Pylon for thirty days – oh, thirty days! – or the whole of February plus some spillover into the current month-strosity, the answer is at hand. For those fewer still who have wondered why I have left everyone hanging with the Oscar coverage, well, I quite simply had more important things to do than further ponder who would win in the Sean vs. Mickey battle (though I will tell you it should have been a tie), and especially more important than getting catty over the preponderance of mermaid dresses on the red carpet, fashion issues for which I care not one whit.

Early in January, things looked good. On or around the third of that month, I looked at the Pylon and tho…

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