No Man is an Island
"No man is an island."
—Jon Bon Jovi
Actually, it was John Donne who said it. But
Hugh Grant thought it was Bon Jovi. I'm still on my
movie kick, and "About A Boy" was the latest disc
to spin in my DVD player. Yet another one to
recommend.
I've always liked Hugh Grant. In this one, he is
his ever-charming self, but plays with more depth
than usual. Or perhaps I empathized with his
character too much. Though I don't have the money
that Will Freeman (Grant) had, I can certainly
relate to the man's solitary existence, his lack of
direction. In some ways, I too feel like "a
blank."
But worry not—I'm not about to bore the
five of you who read my column with some
self-pitying garbage. Though by definition a "blog"
is supposed to be a diary, I've tried to keep the
autobiographical fluff to a minimum. Nothing
reveals an amateur writer—and puts his readers
to sleep—like writing about oneself all the
time. So, since I'm drawing a "blank" today, I'll
leave it at that.
Development note: I've
noticed that this site doesn't look like it should
in Netscape Navigator. Rather than waste time
jury-rigging it to look right in a
soon-to-be-obsolete browser, I'll just add the
cliché "This site best viewed with Internet
Explorer."
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Strickland ALL RIGHTS
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