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Tomorrow's the big day.

I'm more excited than I should be about watching a movie, but I've built this up in my mind as a pretty big deal. I'm kind of notorious for starting things I can't finish, and in the past, blogging about a project has been a surefire way to guarantee that I'll actually get it finished rather than abandoning it halfway through when something shiny caught my attention. I've managed to finish a couple of big projects this way, so I'm confident that I'll accomplish it with this one as well. I feel like I'm going to need some kind of medal or something when this is over, sort of like having completed the Seven Summits. I'd like a Hanks-themed certificate of completion of some sort. I suppose I've got a year to figure it out.

At any rate, here's our hit list. On average we'll be doing one per week, but due to previous commitments and such, we'll have to double up here and there. We haven't quite worked out a schedule yet, and I get the feeling we'll figure it out as we go. 


If any of you, my humble readers, would like to play along, I pledge to make you your very own Hanx medal/certificate of completion, whatever that turns out to be, if you manage to get this done. Maybe it'll be a big round medallion like the kind you get when you cross the finish line at a road race, or perhaps a statuette of the Hanx performing "Heart and Soul" on the keyboard at FAO Schwarz. Or maybe we'll all just run out and get tattoos of Sheriff Woody on our butts. Who knows? The possibilities are endless. In the meantime, I've got some screenings to line up.

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