Of Old Friends and Mother Russia

See, said these would get more regular, probably going to podcast soon too, thursday night at the latest. Still not sure what I'll say as I seem to be typing most of what I'd like to say into this place, though I expect I'll entertain the idea of S2M Comedy tour in much more detail then how I carry it here.

Another lousy day in the schooliverse. I swear I'm going end up postal in the place before the year is out. I can't cope with dealing with people who know me and dislike me everyday anymore. I can't cope with looking at people and knowing what they think of me so clearly that I have to leave the room, while I'm cutting myself away from everyone by making my ears bleed as OK Go and TMBG blast synth pop loveliness into my skull. I can not deal with any of them any more.

Sorry about that, needed it off my chest. Remove the anger tinted lens and you'll notice I had an ok day. Hung with the usual friendly people and explored ideas for the summer. Through an interesting line of conversation centring around the public transport system of europe, the paid homicidal tendencies of a friend and comedy busking, we came up with the masterful plan of going from our hometown, "Here", the home of nothing much, some rain, a lone tramp and pre-teen pissheads, all the way to Mother Russia, "Moscow", the home of vodka, attractive women, sexy accents and funky hats. This journey would consist of a small group of us, the crazies of my small circle of friends, getting trains from town to town over the space of a month or two all the way to Moscow, making money on the way. My idea is we pitch it to each venue, convincing them that we don't know what we're doing, but it doesn't matter for a second, they give us a night or two set to make enough cash for the next train along, surviving on less than a shoe string, filming a confused and drunken documentry on the way. A friend had the alternative concept of pitching it to somebody who would fund the project. His idea is slightly better, as we only need to convince one person. However, his idea has a huge flaw; we only have a chance if we can convince this one person. Plus his way we don't have the crash fun of being broke for about a straight month. Whatever happens though, we'd end up with a cross-culture cult fandom emerging, I'm sure, which would be the first of it's kind I believe. Oh, how I dream these insane things. Plus if this idea does get carried out, I'd get to visit another of the few places in the world I want to go to at least once, Mother Russia. Most people who know me can guess the places I want to go... maybe someday if I'm low on stuff to ramble about then I'll go through the list in detail on here.

Caught up with another friend yesterday. One who vanished when year 11 finished and occationally reappeared out of the woodworks to drink and have a laugh and try and catch up on the 6 month or so gap in conversation. Finally, it would appear, he has learnt enough to drive. His test is tomorrow and I wish him luck, but if he has to get his ass down mine to say at least a "hiya" more than it currently stands if he passes. I mean it Lunchbox, we miss your being down here at the Molloy household. Plus you and me ad-libbing would make a beautiful podcast, and we both know we owe it to the world. We were doing the boosh before they were making money off it; we need to get stuff out into the ether.

Damn, I'm enjoying writing these. Keeping me on my toes between difficult patches in fictional projects. I guess it's because it's a retelling that makes this so enjoyable for me, as opposed to the head banging process of making massive intertwined plots that have far too many flaws, are too egocentric to be enjoyable by many and too esoteric that even the few have troubles. Anyway, I'm going to crash out infront of firefly and then work until I sleep. Have a funky time people.