There’s nothing quite like the end of the year when every holiday comes crashing into focus. Overlord-in-Chief Neil Miller is busy trying to hang up $30,000 worth of lights inside his apartment to simulate Clark Griswold; Fure is knitting everyone atrocious sweaters; Hunter is trying to convince everyone why Visitor Q is a perfect holiday film; Kevin is agreeing with him; Kate is burning copies of “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies” to keep warm; Landon Palmer is trying to really understand the nature of Christmas movies; and I am attempting to cure a hot beer hangover by drinking more hot beer.
But most of all, as the season of love and warmth and chocolate-covered cream puffs descends upon us all like doves in a John Woo flick, we here at Film School Rejects would like to take a moment out to remember our family: all of you.
Like family, you invite us into your home and put up with our insane ramblings around the dinner table even as we take the last crescent roll and spill red wine on your new jacket. The old saying that no one can remember says something about not being able to choose your family, but we are eternally grateful that you’ve chosen us. We’re grandly indebted to our readers, and although we never lose sight of that, we don’t always state it publicly (not because we’re highly, highly embarrassed of you (promise)).
So let’s raise a glass and toast to you. Thank you for reading, and may you have a wondrous holiday and a splendid, prosperous 2012. That is, until the world comes to a crashing halt. We hope you’re having a blissful time and always remember that, yes, Virginia, there are more movies to watch. So get to it. Right after just one more chocolate-covered cream puff.