I KNOW, I KNOW, GIVUS A BREAK...

Where is he?

What's he doing?

Why doesn't he love us any more?

What's that odd smell?

Quiet down you lot. On top of work, I'm a freak'n student now. I thought I was going to be able to grow my hair long. Drink Schnapps whilst pondering the mysteries of life in a black skivvy. Make love to far too thin models from exotic climes to the sound of my own voice haughtily complaining about the Mise en Scene of her Italian decorated penthouse apartment.

But no...

Making films seems to be a lot of work. Who woulda thunk it? Well... me really. Outside of class time, when I'm not working, I've been trying to arrange three different projects to the point where I have enough information and credibility that will convince the school to let me turn the ideas into actual films.

My Doco idea, for I have to make a Doco this semester, is not something that's straight forward or easy but the idea, the story, and the characters involved are ones that I find compelling. Something I can definitely maintain interest in for the next 6 months. So I continue to liaise with four different groups of people, treading the fine balance between their own strongly felt belief systems and navigate their vastly varying bureaucracies. Try that whilst trekking in and out of these communities deep within the Aussie bush with no road access and an inherent suspicion of outsiders and then try to source 'free' archival footage and historical information on top of that. This project isn't easy, no, but I've been dogged and very, very lucky so far and I think by the time I pitch the idea to the school in a couple of weeks the inroads I've made so far will help convince them to make it a film.

...and that's only one of three projects.

So this is where I've been, and what I've been doing, and yes, of course I still love you peoples and I check the blogs as often as I can but bear with me if I don't post or comment often.

Until next time... keep watching the skies! What?

PS. Oh and the smell is me... Sorry... A lot of these remote communities don't have what you'd call 'modern facilities'.