The third anniversary of A Perfectly Cromulent Blog was last Friday. I didn't make that big of a deal about it at the time because...I forgot, quite frankly. I don't remember if I even brought it up at Saturday's Beerfest, but then, I don't remember a hell of a lot after about 10 PM anyway (thank you St. Arnold's Summer Pils).
I mention it now because you're going to be seeing some changes at the ole blog. Nothing exciting - like a new template or guest bloggers, and nothing mildly interesting - like pictures of my pets. Which, considering I don't have any, is fairly unsurprising.
No, I'm just going to be posting a lot less.
When I started APCB in 2003, one of my reasons was keeping my "writing chops" honed. Sure, I was writing reviews and a column for Film Threat, but nothing that required a lot of constant practice. The blog was a useful and fun way to try goofing around with things I didn't usually write about. I also enjoyed meeting others who suffered from the same strange urge to share their thoughts with strangers.
I've alluded to certain events of the last several months that have put some strains on our family unit. I haven't gone into much detail to this point...and I still won't. Suffice it to say these events, or rather the time required to deal with them, have contributed to my decision.
Another factor (and a less depressing one) at play is my ongoing attempt to get someting off the ground in the freelance writing department. I have several projects in the works, a couple of which look fairly promising. Unfortunately, the demands of a full-time job, a full-time kid, and a marriage (to a woman who complains remarkably little about my abandoning her two or three nights a week to see movies without her) mean my available time for working on the freelance stuff is limited to the very early morning or late evening hours. Something's got to give, and - for now - it's the blog.
I'll still post, the volume will just be scaled back to twice or three times a week. I appreciate the readers I have, and I still like being a smartass, so hopefully going from full to part-time won't cost me all my visitors.
And I promise, if any of these projects pan out, y'all will be at least the 50th or 60th persons to know.
Later.
Blogging shouldn't be an obligation. Write when you feel like it. We'll still be here. Good luck with everything.
Good luck with the freelance gig, Pete. Here's hoping the stressful stuff gets resolved in your favor.
tb
I understand perfectly. Of course some of us just gave it up completely, but we weren'r Perfectly Cromulent, and therefore we figured we wouldn't be missed. Much.
:-)
Hope everything resolves in your favor.
"weren'r". Sheesh. Of course, you know that should have been "weren't"
Caffeine tolerance is a bitch.
My god, Pete, the Republic will collapse if you stop blogging. We're already teetering on the brink of outright domestic fascism and all-out war in the Middle East, and only a cromulent manifesto can show us the way out of the darkness.
Or, y'know. Not.
Family first, art-for-money second, clownish (if remarkably attractive) blog audience third. That's a set of priorities no one'll argue with.
I guess there's no chance of me getting a pro rata refund of my lifetime APCB lifetime membership fee, is there?
Whatta sissy. Who got the nude pixx of Pete from Saturday and threatened to show em if he didn't start posting less? My guess is one of you Texans who miss the Hammer, Tom DeLay.
But seriously....good luck with the "real" stuff Pete. I'm always around if you need a critical pair of eyes to read your stuff.
"Family?"
"Projects?"
Don't believe his lies, people.
He's just ditching his devoted, faithful fans for his new-and-improved, sexier, hanger-on "friends" over at his MySpace page.
I'd include the link, but it disgusts me too much. (Plus, all those embedded Star Wars GIFs are an eyesore.)
You're not coming off the bookmark list, so, read you when we read you. Take care and fare well!
I wasn't sure how you were doing it all prior to this, you keep an impressive schedule. When one of your projects hits the big time, you can count on me to be sleeping on a lawn chair in your back yard and drinking your booze.
We'll still be here reading whenever and whatever you write, Pete. Godspeed and I hope that the family unit stress is fixed and over very soon.
Christopher