I gotta wake my ass up at 6am every day this week.

Very nice weekend at home with the husband, almost never left the house. Had a couple fires, glasses of wine starting anywhere between noon and two in the afternoon, and finally wiped out my Netflix selections gathering dust. Oh, and we shaved D's head. He's been wanting to do it for ages, as his hair continues to flee (he feels) more and more rapidly. I always said he had to wait til after the wedding, and well, here we are! I used to be a little nervous about it, but as more time has passed, I got over it. And it looks great, actually! It looks a million times better than I ever expected. He lost the beard, kept the goatee and it looks really good. He says now he just needs to put on a little more muscle and it's a complete look. I said that can be our New Years thing, because who the hell dares to implement an exercise routine in November?

It's also weird finding myself dumped into the holiday season. I was planning a wedding and then bam, it's Christmastime. Weird. It's all dreary outside, too, just like Texas does Christmas. Vaguely cool and cloudy. No precipitation and not really cold enough to justify a fire. Not that that's ever stopped me.

And, in addition to it suddenly being the holiday season, I also had to figure out where to vote tomorrow. Still registered in Carrollton, which is where I work and subsequently, quite convenient. However, it does involve me waking the hell up at some ungodly hour in order to get there as close to 7am as humanly possible. What's even sadder is my effort to do this, knowing I live in Texas. But I'm not allowed to bitch if I don't vote, and where would that leave me?

Anyhoo. So it was good to catch up on the 'fux stuff I had at home...I finally watched The Short Films of David Lynch, most of which I had seen before. Far more interesting were the introductions before each. And in that same vein was I Don't Know Jack, a little documentary on Jack Nance, whom most of you know as Henry from Eraserhead or Pete from Twin Peaks. It was a lot less depressing than you'd think, except for the story of the death of his second wife. Jesus. Towards the end of their marriage, she got back on drugs and he wanted to end the marriage. They were on the phone arguing about it while he was out in the middle of nowhere shooting a movie. There's a raging thunderstorm, she threatens to kill herself if he hangs up, and well, guess what. So the line goes dead and by the time Nance rustles up the director and they find a phone that does work, miles and miles away, LAPD finally gets called, they make it out to the house...but she didn't make it. So yeah, that was a bit of a downer.

And still hacking away at 10 Days That Unexpectedly Changed America, a little series out of (I believe) The History Channel. Pretty decent stuff, a little heavy to do more than one at a time. I start to glaze over junior-high-style. But good stuff. And I noticed it was co-executive produced by Joe Berlinger, the director of the Paradise Lost films and Metallica: Some Kind of Monster, which I found through Cinemaslave, when I first started listening.

And speaking of the 'Slave, I am rapidly catching up to the end of the Kubrick marathon. My Kubrick knowledge is pitiful. Most of the Kubrick films I have seen I've seen only once (Lolita, Full Metal Jacket) or maybe twice (The Shining). And some not at all (2001: A Space Odyssey, Barry Lyndon)! It's sad, I know. But 2001 is probably the biggest and perhaps last big embarrassment on the Shame List of Movies Not Seen. And it's #3 on the 'fux list, so I am working on it! I do like the films of his I've seen (not so much Eyes Wide Shut, but I realize that one is a bit of an exception...and really, I would like to give it another go).

Ok, back to work. And here he is, the new D. Before. After.