This Isn't Goodbye, Per Se

I have not been blogging a lot lately. I have a wife, a kid, and a kid on the way. I have a full time job, albeit at home, for the time being. I stopped posting. Partly this is because of my wife.

As I have mentioned towards the start of this blog, I want people I know to read this, but I also want to be able to talk about them, and as such I don't like talking about people who might read this and say "that's not the way it happened." There was a time with the wife where she wasn't reading this, and so I could put my thoughts about our relationship on here guilt free. Now I can't. For a while it was fun to have her read me talking about how we were fucking or fighting because it might lead to both. But we've been working through my depression, and it's going well, but it's going with free and open communication. And putting those thoughts on here would make it worse. She doesn't want me to leave those issues for the world to see, and for it to sit for all time. Neither do I.

I have and had dreams of making it in this town. I have grown up to the extent that though I still write, and work on my scripts, I can't pretend to do that full time. Not that I ever have. I have friends in the industry, and things might change at some point or another, but not soon, especially with the strike going. But as I am in another industry for the time being, I have to sate myself with that. The DVD Journal is gone. I'm not really even writing about movies any more. I still watch them, and because my next door neighbor is in a guild, I have seen all the 2007 films of note. To which my list currently would be as such:

1) The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
2) No Country For Old Men
3) There Will Be Blood
4) Into the Wild
5) Zodiac
6) Grindhouse
7) Gone Baby Gone
8 ) Hot Fuzz
9) I'm Not There
10 ) Control
11) Lust, Caution
12) The Mist
13) American Gangster
14) Juno
15) Margot at the Wedding

Of these I saw only a handful in the theater. Most were screener nights at home with the wife. She loved Jesse and no Country, which was a relief. But the highlight of the year was being let out to see Grindhouse with friends the night before it opened. My wife's favorite of the year was Control. She's a Joy Division fan, though. As for DVD's, I still buy them, but the pile keeps getting bigger. There's no time.

Having a kid is excellent. There is a joy I find every day in my son. This is a very true thing, and when people try and express this by the mundanities of their child, it's fitting. You watch something being formed and you hope you damage it only slightly along the way. My son will be watching The Right Stuff before he knows how to talk. And will have him wearing Obama '08 shirts shortly. I want him to believe in hope, and the betterment of mankind.

But the bottom line is I shouldn't even commit to committing to writing stuff here. If I'm going to spend time doing personal writing, I should keep this s a maybe. so this will likely gather dust, like that copy of Last Days I bought two years ago. And there it is.

I just bought 500 Q-Tips

Note to self... 12/4/07. I want to see how long it takes me to go through these.

The lack

For those who still check in... from time to time. From time to time, allow me to say that having a child and having a second on the way means you have to prioritize you time, so talking about Leonard's birthday party, talking about Turkey day, I just have the time. The birthday party was the best part of October, especially considering.

I feel like I need to make quality time for the blog. fortunately I don't have to worry about that with the wife. As of yet.

Not Particularly insightful

But it's shocking to think we live in a world where people are questioning if waterboard is torture. On a every plane of existence, the very practice is designed to be torture. How is this even a question? Oh yeah, cause if it is torture than our president is a liar. This reign is almost over. Thank god. I hope it gets better.

My Father's Funeral

It made me weep. Partly because there were so few mourners who knew my father. Maybe five people of the group (besides the family) could call themselves friends. It was pathetic, in its way. My son behaved accordingly. The wife was fine, though she has begun to show. In my way I couldn't be happier, it deflected attention. My wife and my son and I got my mom's room for the days we were there. My family and my brother got in within a ten minute span, which is impressive. Aili went to bed early, though Len and Len got some time together. But, being the brother I am, on Wednesday we stayed up until 7 am. My mom and my wife spent most of Thursday together, and me and my wife went out Thursday night with old friends. I got drunk, she drived. The funeral was hard, but at least I've got my family with me.

It's still hard. But I've got a new infatuation with my wife, and it's scary and exciting. I didn't know you got this over and over. So exciting.

I am the #2 Houx on Google

I am also around, but kids, man. It's mellowed me.

In which I engage in Nostalgia, but feel little shame about it.