Tanks a Boonch, like (as they say in Ireland)

What are you thankful for?

More so this year than any other, I know what it means to be thankful for my health. And my life. And all the good people who came together when both were on the line.

I’m thankful for the three director friends who’ve helped me keep a foothold, however slim, in the entertainment business that I love.

I’m thankful that I have pretty good editors who respect my work in the field of writing.

I’m thankful for new friends made this year as well as the old, and for the fact that, as far as I know, I’ve made no new enemies.

I’m thankful for all the great movies this year.

I’m thankful that New Times’ future in L.A. is looking good.

I’m thankful for this site and all the regular commenters on it, most of whom have stepped up their game this year. Unlike Roger Simon, I won’t make the claim that my commenters are smarter than me — because I’m a genius. But you’re on the ball, most of you.

Right now, though, I’m mostly thankful that I will shortly be leaving the house and escaping the godawful racket on the roof above me!