There’s less than a fortnight to go before the poll on your favourite movies closes – and I mean forever. This presents me with a certain problem, readers, friends, casual droppers-in, observers of the human carnival, cyclists, and any other sort of guy, doll, or non-gender specific whoever you may be. As I’ve always been utterly frank with you, I’m going to tell you what this problem is.
We – by which I don’t mean I – are more than half way towards what I would regard as an exuberantly good entry, but there’s still some mileage to be covered to get the rest of the way. I have, unfortunately, in previous normblog polls, used up most of the rhetorical devices I know for persuading people. I have reasoned, I have appealed, I have cajoled, I have admonished, I have joked, I have pleaded. I’ve tried to hit on your sense of fun, your sense of duty, your sense of fellow feeling, your sense of guilt, your sense of pity and your sense of what-the-hell-let’s-shut-the-guy-up. I am running out of modes. I could offer financial inducements, I suppose, or I could lie (telling you, for example, that the front-runner movie is currently – as it is not, OK, it is NOT – Life Is Beautiful). But I’m not going to do either of these things. So you see my problem, readers, friends, casual droppers-in… and what I said before?
But the thing is, I just know there are those of you out there who read this blog, are aware of the favourite movies poll – oh yes, you are – but haven’t entered yet. How I do I know this? I know it through the various different ways of knowing. I know it by deductive reasoning in some cases. I know it by intuition in others.
If you’ve entered any of the earlier polls, why would you disappoint me by not entering this time? And if you haven’t entered any of the earlier polls, why would you disappoint me further by not entering this time? And if you’re thinking ‘I’ve had enough of this; who the hell does he think he is?!’, who I think I am is a person requesting an entry for the normblog favourite movies poll (see #3) – cue the band, cue The Band, cue The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down / And all the bells were ringin’ / And all the people were singin’, cue the great chorus of the good and the kind and the loving and the hopeful and the grumpy and the lethargic.
Or, as someone I know used to say as a young child:
Dwist do it!
Send me a list of your favourite movies. You don’t have to be a film buff and you don’t have to have ten. If it’s one, three or seven, that’s also OK.
Please. Thank you.