I have just finished cleaning up what used to be a glass CD shelf (yes, I still all my physical CDs. Even worse? Fully half of them aren’t in iTunes). Nothing terrible to report other than a couch newly full of CDs, but it’s enough of a frustration to extend my Christmas blogging vacation by another day. When I return: a Nic Cage movie that, for once, isn’t so bad that it scours your flesh right off the bone.