Don't you just hate it when people tell you they've been too busy to blog? I don't, of course, because I love everybody and if I have one specialty, it's listening attentively with an (apparently) sympathetic look on my face, a skill even more valuable in the long run, I have found, than a fluent familiarity with the rules of appellate litigation.
But I do have many irons in the fire, some of which are related to blogging: an essay about Cecil B. DeMille, with sidebar essays about silent character actor Theodore Roberts and screenwriter Jeanie Macpherson; a review of The Testament of Judith Barton, a retelling of Vertigo from the Kim Novak character's point of view, authorized by the Hitchcock estate (read KC's review here); a big project unrelated to the movies that I need to get into shape by Thursday evening; Washington Nationals baseball; a pending visit to Katie-Bar-The-Door's beloved family; a pending visit from my beloved family. Etc. Not to mention that my literary agent asked me to dig up a copy of one of my old novels—one I have not so much as laid eyes on in six years—so she can submit it to some new editors.
With luck, the Cecil B. DeMille essay will be up tomorrow. But in the meantime, why not amuse yourself with a new poll: Which of these silent movies would be your choice for best picture of 1924? Your choices: Greed, The Last Laugh, The Navigator, Sherlock, Jr., The Thief of Bagdad, "other" and "I have not seen any movie made in 1924."
I've got my money on the latter.