A year ago: What's on TV?

A year ago I sat mostly still for something like six to eight hours as my wife yanked a metal comb through my hair over and over and over again.  Getting ready I was excitedly picking movie selections, and in summary the day looked more or less like this:

. . . which doesn't even remotely begin to capture how horrible it felt, but I really needed to grin and bear it.

One year later I have locks that stay put, and are older than some of the things in my life.

It's obvious that my video skills are still not even close to as cool as my wife's.