Shaun Lewis: the Man, the Myth, the Legend

It’s Wednesday.

Holy Mother of God I am tired. And I mean tired. Not the “oh I’m tired !” sort-of tired, but the “I have a man’s job” tired. You know the kind. It’s where you work with a drill all day, which, conveniently enough, I did.

The last few days have been pretty bloody rough working with James, my cousin. Steve, his other assistant, is on a two-week vacation so I’ve had to do all of his work in addition to my work. I used to be pretty tired whenever I came home from work with James before, but now it’s just ridiculous. Every day (or night) I get home I pretty much just collapse onto the bed or couch or the floor and fall asleep. It feels like I just finished running a Marathon. 14-hour days with no lunch breaks and maybe only 1 or 2 five minute breaks a night will certainly take a toll on you after a few days though. To all my friends and family whom I haven’t seen or talked to in the last week I’d like to say two things: 1) I’m not dead or in the process of dying (well, actually I have been since I was born, but that’s another story altogether) and 2) sorry I don’t have a life anymore.

And now I change gears…

Well, I finally did it today. I went to Planned Parenthood. I was supposed to go there 2 weeks ago, but I switched the day I had to be there due to prior commitments. It’s probably a good thing I went today because there were just some things that needed to be taken care of. Everything went well; James and I ran the wad of fiber optic cable they wanted without any problems.

Yeah, I know. That was a cruel little joke there. I really did go to Planned Parenthood today though. And no, I didn’t meet any girls, I’m sorry to say. (Was that yet another cruel joke? Probably.)

It’s kind of funny because even my sick jokes revolve around work now. OK, honestly. I’m really tired of talking about work; who likes to read about that anyway, right? Unfortunately, I am being honest when I admit that I have no other news. There has been absolutely nothing else going on worthy of note that is not somehow related to TeleConX and James… oh, and Planned Parenthood, apparently.

AAAH! Wait! There is something, but it’s not good. In fact, it’s a little embarrassing, but because I have nothing else to report, I’m going to have to be honest with everyone and admit that I have a problem. It’s the first step on the road to recovery, I guess.

My problem: I am addicted to Stanley Kubrick movies.

There. I said it. I’m not ashamed of it.

Over the last week, I have been watching and downloading every single movie and short film he ever directed. Even the crappy documentaries at the beginning of his film career and the documentary about his life (which happens to be playing in the background while I write this post). I mean, I’ve always liked Kubrick (well, since I became aware he existed, that is), but I’ve experienced a rebirth in my love of his work.

It all started at Barnes and Noble approximately 1 month ago.

You see, I picked up this book called The Stanley Kubrick Archives that was wrapped in cellophane and carried a $200 price tag (it’s worth it — really). I unwrapped it, started to read and became mesmerized. I don’t know why, but it was extremely interesting to me.

Oh! No! WAIT! It DIDN’T start there! I had forgotten! I was awake at 3 o’ clock in the morning the day before I found this new book @ Barnes and Noble (weird…) and began flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch after the second run of Adult Swim’s lineup. That’s when I came across the documentary I mentioned above about Kubrick’s life, Stanley Kubrick: A Life in Pictures. That’s where this all began.

This is terribly unexciting to anyone reading this, I know. Also, it’s probably kind of pathetic-sounding because all I do is work and watch TV now. Forgive me. I had to confess this, however, because it was getting a little out of hand. I hope no one thinks less of me. (Is that possible?)

Anyway, I’m finally not working tomorrow, so I hope to have a life again if at least for a day. Jason, Jacki and I were going to have a fire at Jacki’s tomorrow night (according to Jason), but apparently they decided to have it tonight instead because Jacki didn’t know they were going to have one Thursday night and Jason suggested they have tonight instead? I know. It’s confusing. Luckily, that works out quite well, because I don’t think I’d be in a mood to just sit in camping chairs around a fire, basking in its warm glow. I’d rather sit in front of the warm glow of the TV on a couch.

I’ve still got one more Stanley Kubrick DVD to watch, after all.