I’ve been working from home now for just about 6 months. That’s half a year when I’ve barely left the house. Half a year when making the commute to work means walking to another room. Half a year when my closest work companions are my immediate family.

I have a number of ways to describe what I do.

Sometimes I’m simply a writer. Other times, I like to get a bit more creative. I could be a creativist, or an imaginarian, or possibly just a fabulist or a make-it-up-as-he-goes-along-ologist.

But lately, I’ve begun to think of another way to describe myself. I’m feeling like I may design a new business card, and emblazon two words on the front – underappreciated genius.

Last week I did music. This week, as I wheel around the limited range of themes I address in my blog, I find myself delighted to land on grumpy again.

I love my grumpy posts. I feel like these are the times when I get to expose the real me – the man behind the mask. So here we go. It’s time to get grumpy. And the target for my grumpiness is possibly the least likely topic you could think of. Funny movies.

Every week, I’m faced with the same question. What do I post in my blog. What can I add to the massive amounts of information already churning through the world. So the wheel in my mind spins around again, and comes to land on one of my regular topics. Today, we’re back to the subject of music.

I’m not going to tell you my age. Though I’ve gradually become more comfortable about revealing my innermost feelings on this blog, there are some things that are still too private. Admittedly, some of my cultural references might give the game away, just a little.