You Can't Take it With You

I try filling my brain with as much information as it can handle, but to what end?  If it all goes to waste once my circuitry shuts down and I am no more, there can be little point in collecting info without the intention of using it to better myself or help those around me.

Random image break: Tommy Lee Jones upside down singing Elvis.....Travolta shooting Marvin in the face.

Obvious problem being, the vast majority of information I choose to upload into my headdrive wouldn't be considered, in any traditional sense, useful.  Luckily, my awkward stumble through daily life will occasionally bring me into contact with the serious and poignant, and I collect those moments as well.

That was that Bob Wiley.

Besides, I don't believe the data collected necessarily needs to be used directly.  If it helps to yield a more comprehensive understanding of the way the world works, will that not, in turn, help me make decisions that are likely to benefit the world?

Excuse me, stewardess?  I speak jive.

It sounds like I'm rationalizing at this point, but what choice do I have?  My understanding of what's brought misery and turmoil to our planet is cursory at best.  Meanwhile, I can quote movie lines and song lyrics to the point where even the most gentile of souls would want to smother me with a pillow. 

Sometimes....dead is better.

But I will press on! I will keep dancin' with the one that brung me, ever confidant that my talents will one day, you mark my words, not only save Teldar Paper, but that other malfunctioning corporation called the U.S.A.  Thank you very much.

-tim