I’m getting toward the end of a movie crunch time at work… can’t you tell? The disappearing act, right after a long-winded, enthusiastic post banging on about how awesome work was going? Ahh, so predictable…

I hadn’t actually done one – not a proper smash – since all the way back in the dying days of 2011, when Happy Feet 2 had ramped up to sucking 120hrs of my average week. By comparison, this current show is nothing, but I’m still feeling the ache of a month of six-day-weeks of 12-hour days in the form of a neck that’s too cricked to crack,  and a permanent heart-flutter and a tick resulting from the upped caffeine dosage. I’m sure that if you were to look closely, I’d have that look people always get in their eye after they’ve stared at Vin Diesel’s computer-generated butt-crack on a two-second loop as many times as I have and lived to squeal about it.

No complaints, just an apology to you, Internet for not posting so much lately. See you next week – right after the tray full of pints and a long lay down.