Coming Home
The plan was to regale you all with blow-by-blow chapters of my american adventures. But one thing led to another, and I ended up so caught up in a tornado of fervent activity and exploration that i forgot about posting.
This was the trip of a lifetime. And now it's over.
I don't know if i feel cathartic or grief-stricken at the prospect. A little of both, i suspect. I'm sitting in narita airport, kicking some internet out of a jurassic monster of a steel PC that appears to digest information at the speed of snail-sex. Right now, i'm too bloody tired and emotionally drained to relive the whole thing by typing it out - so you lot can hang off some morsels for a few days till i recover from my jetlag and claw my way back into something resembling function.
And yes, stephen, i touched the moonrock. :D And went on a pilot/gunner simulation ride with crow that proves that a) i am the worst pilot ever living and b) it is actually harder to shoot down a moving target when some dipstick at the helm is flipping the entire contraption every five seconds.
We went drinkin' with lincoln, i rickrolled DC, saw an emerald the size of my fist, rode a dragon, discovered that Australia is a poorer place without Ben & Jerry's, read Deadpool and the Runaways, gooed over sloth-bears, made mobsters, farted under the covers and had my world expanded in a way i never knew possible.
I'll miss you. All of you.
love pixie
This was the trip of a lifetime. And now it's over.
I don't know if i feel cathartic or grief-stricken at the prospect. A little of both, i suspect. I'm sitting in narita airport, kicking some internet out of a jurassic monster of a steel PC that appears to digest information at the speed of snail-sex. Right now, i'm too bloody tired and emotionally drained to relive the whole thing by typing it out - so you lot can hang off some morsels for a few days till i recover from my jetlag and claw my way back into something resembling function.
And yes, stephen, i touched the moonrock. :D And went on a pilot/gunner simulation ride with crow that proves that a) i am the worst pilot ever living and b) it is actually harder to shoot down a moving target when some dipstick at the helm is flipping the entire contraption every five seconds.
We went drinkin' with lincoln, i rickrolled DC, saw an emerald the size of my fist, rode a dragon, discovered that Australia is a poorer place without Ben & Jerry's, read Deadpool and the Runaways, gooed over sloth-bears, made mobsters, farted under the covers and had my world expanded in a way i never knew possible.
I'll miss you. All of you.
love pixie