I floated a trial balloon about my plan to get some high dollar digital video (or real film) equipment and begin a career in "adult" films. The Jerseylicous bimbos inspired me. My better half vetoed the whole thing. I tried to explain that I was henceforth to be known as Mustafa Ibrahim al Sugarlandi and, as newly minted Muslim man, would do damn well as I please. That just did not seem to work. I also mentioned that "I am a filmmaker and will never make a movie on videotape." She told me to zip it. Can you imagine?