Fuck you... Or was that fuck me?

I don't know. Only if you want.

This is a fjkfjkfijof

I am writing this due to a current bout of general frustration welling inside me currently. The succession of random letters seemed to encapsulate that.

I want to do something, but it's late and I need to go to bed soon. I was going to work on a new Ego and the Ids song, but the file is on my hard drive, and that means getting up. I was going to write something constructive, but I guess the overall frustration won out and I just needed to blurt a bunch of stuff out and hope it calms me down.

What else is going on? I'm listening to Jimi Hendrix at the moment. That's getting me going. Oh god I want to jam and just thrash about and hit stuff. Typical primal stuff. Who wants to start a hardcore punk band 80s style? Oh, also I think there's a market for a dark-edged electronic guitar group with a sex-vixen singer Garbage style. In need of one female with sex-appeal to the high mountains - preferably with a daddy complex or other issue that needs to be resolved by song.

How was your day? Hope that thing went well and whatshisface is staying out of your shit. We'll have to catch-up about it all over coffee, or a beer, or some form of healthy juice, or heroin, or whatever it is you're into these days.

On a related note I feel like I don't get to just hang with people I want to hang with. There's either an event where attentions get divided or it's business and so discussions are mainly related to that. Of course, there are only a small handful of people that I will go out of my way to hang with. Actually, is it strange that I could probably live without people if push came to shove? And why am I asking you (whoever you are, I'm sure there's only about 5 people who read my blog, which is a liberal estimation, there's only one person who I actually know reads my blog at least occasionally - which is about as often as I post anyway, although I do try and make it interesting in some way - so that person can safely assume that I'm pretty much writing this blog only expecting them to read it - this is a really long bracket).

So, have a good time at your shit, whatever that may be.

I'm far too busy being delicious

OK, so as a note to anyone I am doing something for who reads this, I am a little distracted as of late. I'm having more random bursts of creativity, and these often consume me and confuse me. I will finish what I'm supposed to do, but beware those who have left deadlines loose. I will still be doing stuff, but I will be putting most of the professionalism and commitment I have into those who are prepared to crack the whip.

I finished a script today which is hopefully my least shit script. It has what I think is some fairly realistic dialogue, and an actual story (unlike my last film) - it is not a very deep story, but that becomes important at the end. At the moment, the main thing I don't like about it actually IS the ending, but that's more because I threw a half-hearted and potentially tasteless punchline to finish the film, without having any real resolution or at least a cool cliffhanger.

I also shot some cool soccer footage from the park on Sunday and am distracted in putting together a cool slow-mo epic sports video, despite the fact that I somehow turned the slow-mo off the camera before we played (fixing it in post is proving time-consuming and not necessarily good).

Ooh. I get to be at least present (probably running or co-running) the recording session for the music in a short musical. Just another cool thing to chuck on the old CV. The composer is very well-known and constantly employed in Perth, so it could be a good connection to make.