Thursday, January 29, 2009

There are at least a dozen rationalizations for why I’ve neglected FlickFool, quashed any inclinations to log in since the day I disappeared, but even now I feel my resolve crumbling. I see all the excuses spread neatly across the table: how I only have patience for one site, not two. How movies are far more enjoyable sans running mental commentary. How I could easily fizzle out again after a false start. Or how difficult it is to count to 50.

But damn it if that alliterative URL doesn’t slyly work its way into my thoughts from time to time, buoyed by the knowledge that the site persists even now, borne by the industry of others, its pulse ever indomitable. What started as a silly inability to sign into WordPress one evening ballooned, at some point, into a kind of digital estrangement. It certainly feels like its real-world counterpart, where something as simple as picking up the phone requires so much effort that deferment becomes the refrain.

I mentioned a few weeks ago how neat it would be to create something, and the irony isn’t lost on me. Because something was created, however small and modestly visited, and I’m not sure I abandoned FlickFool well enough. It calls to me! There really is no way around it. Perhaps if conditions are optimum this weekend I’ll type out my full username, maybe even the whole password along with it. We’ll see.