Snippitts of Illusions

David Bowie invents a teleportation machine for Wolverine because he thinks Batman killed his wife.

Here's another post. Not just my second post for the month of October, but my second post with in a week.
I've been working on a short story for the last few days. Tonight however, I thought I'd take a bit of a break and write a blog. I'm still averaging about 600 words a day, which I'm pretty happy with, but it's a struggle (like today for instance) to do it each day.
I won't bore you with the details of the short story, only to say that it's one I've had many false starts on over the years, and I'm finally feeling good about the direction it is taking.
I've wondered what to write about tonight.
Obama comes to mind, though I'm not in the mood to wax philosophic on Nobel Peace Prizes, and our President. There is much debate (the world over I believe) whether or not he deserves. I think we can make our own decisions about that.
I could write about the excitement I'm feeling for the up-coming movie season: Where the Wild Things Are. The Imagicarium of Dr. Parnarsuss. Hell, I'm just excited to see Zombieland next week.
I could write about my growing book collection that is at once exciting and horrifying to me.
I suppose I could write about the going-ons here:
Apparently my 15 year old nephew was taken to detention tonight because he and his friends were discussing rifles, hunting and bringing them to school. He lives in a particularly rural part of the Uintah Basin. He attends a school of about 200 kids (from 6th to 12th grade) and most of the young men are hunters. Hell Most of the young men live on farms. Apparently a friend of his was discussing the idea of bringing his rifle to school and stashing beneath the seat of his truck so he could go hunting right after school let out for the day. My nephew offered the thought of the danger it posed (in a rough country way) and that it could go off and accidentally shoot somebody. Apparently a teacher heard the last bit and he was escorted by police tonight from his home to the juvenile detention center. Now I'm not advocating for any kid to bring their hunting rifle to school (or knives, or guns, or nun chucks). But my nephew, who has some learning disabilities and struggles in several classes, has had some frequent run-ins with a new principle. He also turns 16 next week and has explicitly told this principle that he is going to transfer to another school (a school for kids who have been in trouble, or have learning disabilities.) This will apparently cause his high school to lose out on several 1000 dollars of funding from the state, as it will take them down a bracket for funding. It seem this could be reactionary from the principle, to punish him and try and prevent him from transferring schools, though at sixteen he could just drop out. I’m not keen on seeing him do that. He struggles but he isn’t a dumb kid. With the right teacher and the right motivation he could likely excel. Unfortunately he hasn’t gotten that, and this experience can only sour him on school. We’ll see what comes of it all. I hope my sister and brother-in-law can find a good lawyer. Chances are they may need it.

There is more to this story I’m sure, and I’ll post what I find out.

And with that.
Well. I'll bid you adieu.

posted by F.G. Shaw @ 11:06 PM