This isn't Groundhog Day

… I could have met her once or twice, but honestly it’s not as simple as it seems. Chloe’s a busy woman, and I’m reclusive, so Parliament is the most obvious place to meet. - I reckon Tamatha could win the seat. Even though I’m fairly sure the Greens sounded me out during my LSD trip, I was surprised that James decided not to stand, though his reasoning is solid. I thought 50 First Dates was a fairer way of looking at my bizarre memory .. I don't know why it’s so weird, but I reckon the trauma and the double life thing are probably most of it. I’m not DID, but I did have to spend over a decade hiding my transgender self, so I’m clearly pretty good at lying to myself. But I honestly didn’t have anything to do with those anti-mandate protests: I never attended, and I didn’t endorse the protest. - And as for Jane’s accident: well, I don't know what the full story is about that because I only saw the initial post from Owen like everyone else. And when we have talked since, it hasn’t come up. - I don’t want to return to my old life. That’s the simple truth: I am not interested in academia, and I have felt repeatedly insulted over the last few years by the people who supposedly care, but honestly just wanted me to shut up. My attitude to all of you is basically the giant middle finger that I used for the Reverie video. This is a lot more fun, because I’m a nerd who likes working all night, and now I’m getting paid to do that. - NO parts. I absolutely refuse to be an actor, I refuse to sing professionally and that is final. I didn’t like being mocked when I sucked, and I have no interest in sharing now that I’m good. I’m better than most, and that’s better than most composers. - And I do not want to do the Weeded Out film. That is also a final decision. I refuse to make it because your notes sucked balls. I hated dealing with those, and the apparently positive response that my earlier draft had suggests I was right. Because I don’t think you get my vision, I don’t want to work with any of you. That’s why, and that’s final. * I’m still making the shorts, though, and maybe I’ll come up with one that involves some actors .. I tend to find people are very hard to persuade to do the weed activism: over several years of this, I’ve only really recruited Jeffrey and Sarah to the cause. I think that’s why Dakta and Gary put up with my craziness: at least I’m enthusiastic, and that’s the vibe I get from the radio station too. - I don’t want the Welly community. I live here, but I turned that into a form of protest because I find the people so annoying. Yes, I really dislike the liberal arts crowd (my earlier drafts of Weeded Out were far meaner), and I really dislike the bureaucracy. It’s not a ‘I hate everybody’ thing, and I have many artsy friends, but it’s definitely one of those ‘I disagree with some of the thought leaders’ situations. The chattering classes are annoying. While I’m the one out there doing crazy stuff. 😀 _ Most of my best work of the last few years was motivated by pique, spite and ASC’s from taking a lot of drugs. So, in fact, love or hate my ideas, you have to admit the mental state that I used to generate them totally worked, and that’s all it had to do. - I dunno about moving south: it’d really depend on if Shipwrecked was being made using the studio that Don and Harry have down there. I’m sure that I have plenty of fans in Christchurch/Lyttelton, but it’s a conservative place, while props to Wellington: even in a city where *everyone* (i.e. the arts world) hates me, I had the freedom to wear what I wanted and do some pretty wacky stunts with the Daktory team. - I think the Police are pretty cool, which is why I was willing to stake a lot on saying we shouldn’t arm them. That’s what makes the NZ cops so good by comparison: Aussie and US cops are the violent pricks. And the Kiwi cops have been pretty understanding about my brother, though I’m pissed that they initially blamed me for his madness. People built the monster: I’m surprisingly reasonable, and my protest was motivated by lots of interlocking life situations, most of which sucked. I think the way people filled in the void that my lack of context apparently created suggests the dark underside of the NZ psyche: everyone was perfectly willing to believe I was a Joker-level genius deliberately popping up at annoying times and using names as weapons, while the truth was nothing like that. I had a real-life crisis going on, and that’s what Weeded Out *finally* cleared up for the public of Aotearoa: the webisodes are more effective than the film. - I want to publish that script: I don’t want to film it, and that’s because it’ll work better with my comic and my essays. I loved the Shadbolt book, and want to do something like that for myself.