Merry Christmas 2010

Dear Family and Friends,

We Sampsons are not so good about getting Christmas cards out, although we certainly appreciate the ones we get (thank you).  For us, this Christmas note will have to do in the place of a card.  Truth be told, I’d much rather pen a personal note than prepare a bunch of holiday cards, so this is a good trade.

2010 has been a good year.  We are all happy (usually) and healthy (except for the occasional crud) and sassy (a good thing, in my estimation).

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Roger and Me

Back in high school — a very long time ago indeed — I fancied myself a critic.  I wrote for the high school newspaper, and like to think I was pretty good.  I wrote mostly album reviews but did the occasional movie. Many of the music reviews I did were of metal bands I loved at that time, which was to the chagrin of (some of) my fellow journalists, who did not want to see our publication turn into some junior version of Kerrang or Circus magazine.  Or maybe they were just jerks.  Who knows.

In my senior year, we had an opportunity to send two people to Chicago to attend a press junket and private screening of a new movie called Sixteen Candles.  Our journalism class was given the assignment:  We would watch a movie in class, and everyone would write a movie review.  Whoever had the best-written review would win and get to go to Chicago with our teacher, Mrs. O.   The movie we reviewed was Absence of Malice, which starred Paul Newman and Sally Field.  The reviews were judged by three teachers in the English department, and it came down to two of us inked-stained wretches, so I was told.  I won.

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It’s About Time.

I’ve been kicking around the idea of a blog for some time now.  I actually had one for a while, a few years back.  Creating one is easy, but maintaining one is hard.  It requires a dedication to producing regular content, a commitment I have generally been reluctant to make.  Oh and not to forget, the content should be interesting, at least to someone.  For now, that someone is just me.  So I’m going to start this thing off with only one requirement — the content needs to be interesting to me.

This is my little place to think through an idea, emote, or blow off steam from time to time.  Some of it is personal; some of it will delve into politics, big questions, and humor.  Maybe some day my boys will read this, when they are old enough to care about such things, and get to know what the Old Man was all about.

Welcome to Rick’s Head.  It’s a dark and scary place.  Sometimes.