Today Burbanked is three years old. Zippity doo dah.

Three years. That’s actually a longer commitment than I’ve given some jobs I’ve had, so I hope you’ll allow me a small amount of pride to slip through here.

Blogging’s gotten a bit tougher for me this year, primarily because of the new job I started this past March. It’s kept me extremely busy, and it’s been a long road learning my new industry, meeting my responsibilities, and finding time to decompress at home with the Mrs. and the boys. I’ve thought a number of times about shuttering this site, marking it up to a fun exercise and moving on with life.

But the plain fact is that Burbanked is the only place where I get to experience the joy of writing on a regular basis. It’s my sole creative outlet, my frivolous little secret, the one piece of mental candy that I allow myself, outside of actually getting out to the movies themselves. So each time I think about stopping, I can never seem to actually do it.

Besides, there’s a lot of significance to the number three and I’d be a dope not to take advantage of it. I’ve got three boys; screenplays are often written in the classic three-act format; most good jokes have the three-piece setup; the three stooges; third time’s the charm; three primary colors; three is a magic number; three days of the condor. You know what I mean.

I may celebrate my blog-birthday this week a little more, and you may be called upon to participate. After that, I hope you’ll stick around a bit longer while I crank more of these stories out, act all crybaby about movie injustices, and continue to crack wise about script development, dopey marketing, idiot celebrities and the culture that creates them all.

As always, my warmest gratitude and sincere respect go out to my quaint little community of blog-pals whose iconic status hinted at below I can only dream of achieving. Thanks for writing the great stuff and for supporting Burbanked for the past 36 months.

Now go see more movies in the theater!