I’m not very good at following through with things in a timely manner. Not at all. Over one month ago I mentioned my grand ‘ole breakdown of the horror box office. My ambitions, my hopes, my dreams. I asked for input as to what was left off my list and I got what I wanted. Problem is that meant I had to redo many of my preliminary calculations…which was a hideous task I kept putting off.
Until today at least. The behemoth that is box_office_draft3.xls has been summoned from a neglected and now fragmented corner of my laptop harddrive. I’m on my second tall glass of Bombay Saphire and OJ (lots of pulp, no bloody glove) and feeling the swing of things again, adding in all the titles suggested and more.
So, if I don’t have this up in the next two or three weeks, please get on my case. Email me. Phone me. Call me the piece of shit I am. I need deadlines. Speaking of which, I’m already a month overdue for my interview with Javier Botet, the character actor currently seen evicting excrement from the intestine of anyone who sees [REC]. Oh, and I swore I’d start re-writing the remake script for THE LAN once I finished the fantastic Dan Simmons novel SUMMER OF NIGHT, which I also now need to write a review of. And a Netflix copy of ALLIGATOR has been sitting next to my TV for at least 6 weeks now.
I’m fuckin’ terrible.