She Blogged By Night

It's announcement day here at She Blogged By Night, but don't worry, patron saint El Brendel is here to cheer you up.

Folks, I am tired and I am stifled. Things need changin' around here. For those of you who read only the first few sentences of a post, read this:

1. The Monday Morning Question is going on hiatus until after the holidays.

2. The self-imposed PG rating of She Blogged By Night is being thrown over for my new, improved, nutritious R+ rating. Now with more fiber! The adult language starts now, so if naughty words bother you, consider yourself warned.

If you'd like to know the details, read on.

For the past few weeks I've found myself unable to keep up with a lot of things that need doin'. With the holiday season upon us, I've decided to take a hiatus on the Monday Morning Questions until after the beginning of the year. Don't worry, they won't go away -- they're the most popular part of the blog.

I will still be posting to SBBN. I have some reviews/summaries to finish up, an old entry that needs a thorough renovation, new sidebar elements to add, several edits to make on various entries, and possibly even a blogathon to create. My blogroll is also a mess and needs to be organized; if you're not listed on the blogroll and probably should be, that's why.

As for the tone, language, and content of the blog, well, it has to change. When I started SBBN over a year ago I decided to keep things as close to G or PG as possible. My reasoning was that I would reach a larger audience, maybe get linked more, and avoid unintentionally offending people. I have to tell you, though, that keeping my jibes and language in check is not easy. For good or ill, I express myself through sarcasm, profanity, off-color comments and an occasionally rude tone. Just ask anyone who knows me from Usenet or LiveJournal, they will confirm, heartily and with great gusto, just how crude I can be.

Further, as I discover more and more movie bloggers who are an absolute joy to read, I realized that my own creative energies (such as they are) are stifled when I censor my language. And alls I gots is my language. I'll never have the raw inventiveness of the contributors of LAZY EYE THEATRE; I'll never be as eloquent as Dean Treadway of Filmicability; I'll never be the genius of prose and research that Jeff Cohen of Vitaphone Varieties is. I have to rely on the precious few talents I do have to make this ding dang hobby of mine readable, and my talents sadly hinge upon profanity and sarcasm. True story.

Now I shall be blunt: I will say fuck. I may say fuck a lot. Not just fuck, but fucker, fucking, fuckwad, fuckwit, fuckknocker, fucklozenge, fucktruck and Fuckabees. I, like the late lamented Bill Hicks, may decide to rant and rave about social issues for several long paragraphs before popping the 'chute and floating gently down to Dick Joke Island in the final paragraph. I promise you I won't work blue unless I feel it is appropriate, and if I ever go too far, you are expected to take me to task and learn me some manners.

Photos and screencaps will always be SFW. (I once inadvertently opened an email at work that contained the nude photo of Joan Crawford. That was fun. I will not inflict similar "fun" on you, dear reader.)

Another reason I want to change the tone of the blog is because there are many movies I want to blog about which require frank discussion. It was difficult to keep my review of "The Maltese Bippy" family-friendly, for example, and plenty of movies from the 60s on have adult content. When thinking about films I love that have a more modern tone, such as "The Innocents", I realized discussion of even subtext of many of these films would be almost impossible to do in a G-rated fashion.

I'm excited about these changes, and while I don't expect anyone else to be excited, I do hope you're not all completely mortified.