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)

All these post must now be catalouging my adventures in Satire Class

All I can think of is the book “The Giver”. A utopian society, supposedly in the future, is blissfully devoid of emotion or lust all the way through life. A nondescript old-wise man deemed “The Giver” takes in one boy to be tutored in the ways of human emotion. Hilarity ensues. I mistake this book for another I had read called “A Brave New World” by Aldous Huxley. Too similar too recap but I like this one more, possible cause I’m reading it the first time.
Not being able to choose you emotions is what strikes this connecting line to the “The Giver”. For some reason I hold firm that there is more of a connection there than what I initially can find. Perhaps there is a fascination with choice. Do we, in the universe and dimension we inhibit choose are emotions? It seems some of us control those pesky emotion better than most but what it if we were made the choice to choose whether we could outright decry something for a promise of a better tomorrow…if we could not choose? (I just befuddle myself. I’ll clear it up at the bottom)1
The constant parade of propaganda eerily takes a future-looking nod to the advertisements of today, especially the ones out in the street (and especially New York). I easily imagine if current-day viral marketing for a movie of Nineteen-Eighty-Four would have [WAR IS PEACE] [FREEDOM IS SLAVERY] [IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH] as banners on those tall buildings.

1 When do you think society made the choice to go down the path that was taken in Nineteen-Eighty-Four?