Idea for a tv show

I have seen documentaries where I was not sure if it was intended to entertain, and I think, "can they do that?" I guess they can just have not yet. Why not, usually, by the time I think it, the idea is old news. I guess that is the same sort of idea with "reality TV".

My idea is to present the series as completely realistic, like "the Onion" does with the news, and present fabulous news that we all wish were true, complete with actors playing the roles that are printed on the screen as a given subject expert (professor of Artifical Induction at Princeton). But, the best part would be about a  family watching this documentary and giving reviews and we see how the new information plays out in their lives, or maybe the teenage daughter sits in the corner tweeting to her "friends" about the new world (not making tweeting sounds but sending messages to her account on Twitter)

Why?

If it is just science
What happened to keep you from conquering time as we know it?

Instead, it seems like death is the only way to see you. So, why should I even get better?

So much disgust

One should not begin a vacation in such a state but Utah is where I live because I am needed.

I did find hope first before I found a reason to be disgusted...in terms of a promise, a thing I could see or else truth would escape revealing the lie.

It is sad really.

I want a thing so much that I start to think I do see it, but the more I see the more I dispise.

"He who controls a thing owns that thing." but controling oneself is about as close as one gets to owning anything.
Here is one plain thought, it is a choice to take but it is the wrong choice, unless given, and then it isn't really taking in this context.

I just feel like a babe in a tantrum trying to scream and wiggle enough to remove all unwanted remnants simply because I do not know anyother way of dealing with them.

But, now I am older, and I quit out of disgust...well, that and I am sick

New old idea

If you love a thing, that doesn't change if an external facet changes, right?

I had this super duper movie idea, then, I realized Ghost Busters already used it, that one with Sigorney Weaver and Rick Moranis.

But, the idea was a bit different. It was like that opera.... no, no, I am not going to be discouraged for even thinking it.

The idea is that the man knows that it will be easy to get the woman to fall in love with him, cause she already did. And so she does fall in love, but as women do, she kept it secret, and he just got frustrated about to give up, then he rembered one other thing she couldn't resist, and she nearly showed how impressed she was, but didn't and the guy gives up. The End.

Weakness?

From time to time, I figure just not even trying to fight anymore... but,what governs me now is the notion that I will exist forever, and that is too long to make a mistake and live with it.

So, I'd rather suffer and hope knowing it will be longer rembering this moment than living it.

To you

I know that you will read this, so it not as much faith as it takes to, let's say, pray.

I am terrified of you and what you can do. I am thankful all the morecfor what remains.

I shudder when I think of her being able to stand up to you, so to speak. But, I share the unique opinion that you can still be forgiven if you want to. There is some love in you still, cause you love me. Yes, I know it. Although, I am not even half as brave as she was, I do recognize you. And somehow I think I understand what you did and the terrible mess that you made, and no matter how it ought to go as part of your plan, there is a way to be together happily ever after, when your tantrums are over, we'll talk.

Talk about unrequited love

I think it is a concept well-understood and experienced by any in the digital age. I just lost the most beloved words that ever I wrote, never to have anything but the idea of them, so perfectly formed, forever.

I am alone in this crowded room without you.

-----------------------------------------------------

Just a thought, but I think the desire for everyone to make me seem "normal" has caused unusual deformations. I'll explain. Anyone who is dibilitated must relearn to do once familiar things a different way. I had been grossly dibilitated but, to please others around me I adapted and carried on.

This is most notable in my vision/balance. There never was any damage to the external aparatus. My eyeballs do not need improved lenses, etc. It is my interpretation of information they recieve and that darned lesion in my visual cortex. Sure, we comment how a thing is seen the same because that makes you comfortable, but I have to "do all the math" to turn my data into a thing you say it is. So, I am fine, right? It has been difficult and there are several things that I have noticed that I do not do correctly according to those around me and it makes me wish I never bothered on the first place, and if others knew what life was like for me perhaps they would be more sypathetic. But, I hated the sympathy that comes naturally when people see you in a wheel chair, likewise I abhor people treating me like I am stupod just,because I cannot do other things like them. Just yesterday my husband made a degragatory comment like, "oh, that comming from a mother who let her daughter suffer so much from an ear infection that it ruptured her ear drum." At that point, I realized that he was not nearly as intelligent as I had assumed. That was part of the persona that I was trying to create so that I could become someone acceptable, unlike how I actually am, but in trying to create a flawed person I regretted that back story because no one would even believe it, but obviously, he had, even when he had supposedly had dammaged his ear to the point where he needed tubes in his ear, and he saw her swim with her,head underwater, etc. It was at that point that I thought of Tal Bachman's comment about how the "doctrine" as taught by the LDS church was so full of obvious errors that if any one seriously considered things they would not "add up".

The conclusion is that I have been making things add up the way those around me expect,  but now, of habbit, I am stuck in my ways to the point where it no longer takes effort to "see" things that aren't there. Blah, blah... I am just rambling on and on cause I do not want to start a project that might be interrupted....urrr! Again, that dang might thing. A dear friend and visiting teacher mentioned that it would be regrettable if I did not even try a thing because of possible negative results. I will write that sonata anyway...