For the last few weeks I've had several emotions bubbling close the surface, both positive and negative, but all of them jolting and powerful. Most of them stem from an identifiable event or conversation, but some of them don't have parent catalysts at all that I can easily identify. They're just there. Since I was little I've rarely been able to process my feelings without some link to popular culture. Sad, I know, but oh so true. Each time I've sat down to write, I'm overwhelmed by one of these emotionally charged creeping tentacles and just sit back in the chair overwhelmed, and eventually walk away from the computer and think "I'll deal with it later and then I'll be able to write." Well, that hasn't worked out so well, so I'm going to do some pop therapy and do the blogging equivalent of an interpretive dance of my feelings, silly as that may seem. Maybe this dam can be broken yet.
Grief: John Cleese delivers the eulogy for Graham Chapman
Faith: Charlene and Julia church it up
Empathy: Jackson Browne performs "For a Dancer" live in '76
Forgiveness: Gary Oldman's Beethoven showcases the conception of "Ode to Joy" from very unjoyful childhood circumstances in "Immortal Beloved"
Healing: Richard Farnsworth's last movie, "The Straight Story"
Elation: Wall-E and Eva's dance
Contentment: Navin R. Johnson finds his special purpose
Loved: Trent + Kirk + Spock = Magic (NSFW)
