Happy Birthday, Dad.

Hey, sorry everyone. Momentary pause in the horror-fest.

Today is my Dad's birthday -- the first one since he died. And though it wasn't originally in my plan, the closer it got the more I thought I should commemorate it in some way. I wish I had some great written tribute to offer up here, like a couple of the ones I've done before. Even if they would have been a little corny, like that Green Lantern one. But I don't, because I was gladly wrapped up in this scary movie thing, and today kind of snuck up on me. I guess I was trying not to think about it.

As much as I hate to be this kind of person, if you were planning on writing me an e-mail, or a Facebook message, or maybe sending me a tweet, or a text, or giving me a call, today wouldn't be a terrible day to do that. I'll admit, I'm not looking to talk about it, but a little distraction is always welcome. And if not, it's fine, I'm fine, I think I'd just feel weird acting like everything's okay and scheduling another list to go up at nine this morning.

I hope everyone's been enjoying these lists so far. Posting them has been a lot of fun for me, and we still have a few more. Dad loved movies, and he would have gotten a real kick out of this, I think. Except for Ian's Hulk bashing. Dad really dug The Hulk.

A new Top Ten Horror List will go up bright and early tomorrow, courtesy of my friend and self-professed gore-hound Audrey.

2 comments :: Happy Birthday, Dad.

  1. Happy Birthday, Mr. Randall's Dad.

    I'm sorry for your loss, Randall.

  2. Thanks. Me too.