Being in a descructive environment makes for good writing later

Very nice day today. Met some very clandestine folks who don't know me at all but wanted to spend a couple minutes talking to me about [Pause Randy Newman's newish song A Few Words in Defense of Our Country is playing. Right now on Bonnaroo Radio. Me likey. unPause] student filmmakers and documentaries they were doing and are interested in. I actually had a couple of moments of clairvoyant thought and used it to ask 3 good questions and 5 date-type questions.

Nothing gained, nothing ventured. Or did I mean the reverse. It's kinda late and I 'm supposed to be playing video games and watching the Wire Season 1 Disc 2 now before I attribute some late fees. Oh and my mom has cancer.
I haven't told everyone and everybody. I usually don't do that anyways for anything at anytime in my life prior. But at some point, the folks who were going to notice this have already noticed many redflags and the folks who aren't quick on the uptake probably should start guessing by now. How long can you go not seeing someone who is a staple at our church like my mother is without coming to some sort of deadly conclusions?

I take her to the hospital tomorrow. Like I have for, what it seems like, every week and used to be every month. Phone calls and contractors at the house have started to fall in my purview and control. I must drive her after chemo treatments. She is to godawful "tired" to anything but lay in bed and watch The Girls Next Door (fgsfds).
I need some good uplifting comicbooks or just plain good stories to read but money's short and well...money's short. I gotta roll with what I got. Which is great. It's just that I seem to be only satisfied with the collecting and not the using for fun aspects of buying (damn these genes!).

Movie idea: Somehow use the song Blue Collar Man by STYX in a movie. That is all.
Oh and my Dexter with music idea is forming into something cohesive in my brain. Now to ACTUALLY FUCKING WRITE THE THING...THIS WEEK...AFTER SCRUBS...AND BATMAN: THE BRAVE AND THE BOLD MUSICAL EPISODE. THAT WILL TOTALLY HELP.

(Update: Oh I visited The Art Institute of Nashville Art if you couldn't tell, don'tchaknow)

WE'RE OFF TO SEE THE JOKER! THE WONDERFUL...AHHHIMONFIREAHHH!!

Watchmen.
Dark Knight.
I have now found out that I'm gay (for these movies!) for Dr. Manhattan’s blue crotch.
They actually have it in the trailer!
I can't wait for the redband with photo realistic BIG BLUE PENIS LIGHT emitting from the screen.

So tomorrow's the big day and I'm going with my uncle and HIS RAPPING SON!
I was planning on watching Batman & Robin tonight to dare/compare the villain treatment "Let's kick some ICE!"
Lo and behold, I found a treasure trove of logic leaps that kinda kept me laughing lots (that was incidental, I swear).

I want to read Book of Magic and head to La-La Land so that my mind will be filled with magic and its vague machinations. Maybe I'll converse with John Constantine before the big day.
How interesting...now I want to make that story happen. An account of my meeting John Constantine in Dreamland along with various random characters (and Kirby is nowhere to be found = IRONY). I'd better rub up on my cockney accents.

Whatever, I need to write something before the big gig in the unavoidable coming fall.
School, that is.
Art school.

My RAPPING COUSIN and his friend apparently just found a place of interest that wants a 30 minute show and will pay depending on admittance. Some place in downtown south Nashville. Owned by a church (hurmmm). Called the Rocket-Somethingorother. GO! IF YOU WANT TO!

And down this road, you will face your ultimate fear...living with your parents when your 30.

Today is a brand new day for me.

I'm taking the reins.
I'm bringing up baby.
I'm takin' em to Missouri.
I'm knowin' when to holddem and when to folddem, when to walk away and when to run.
It's fantastic!
I am so doing stand-up as a job this summer (along with many part-time ones, OH that reminds me to check my e-mail for UPS's response to my e-mail).
I am doing something of magnitude everyday.
I am calling the people that need to be called every week.

Starting today, no more lazy about watching shit on the internet (I've done enough to last me a lifetime back in college).
I need to write and read and work every single day.
I have a year to get myself awesome and show my 'rents that Andre Lemont Churchwell Jr. is the man that they though he was going to be when he was sired those many moons ago.
I got movie ideas that need tinkering.
Bits that need it too.
My room need s to be the cleanest of the house.
And my comic books....ooh boy...my comic books will be studied and pondered about till I can create an original idea for one myself.

They will be no stopping me.
Except you.
Not you, the happy reader.
YOU.
INTERNET.

I must salvage what I can of my will and strength and keep these brandwith demons at bay long enough to...catch up on the news of a Runaway's movie?...Wah-WHAT! And Brian K. Vaughn is writing the scrip-NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' BOUT WILLIS!

....er...

Good 'morrow.