Back in Australia
Well. I'm back.
When I got off the plane, my 'rents were there to meet me and Mum had a big giant plaster on her arm - I asked what happened, and my Dad said there was some bad news.. I figured it was something Cancer related for a brief second, but then he said 'Marmite is no more' - rather an odd way to break the news - but that's my family I guess.
Apparently, Marmite ran away one morning while I was away (which was not particularly common for him, and when he did run away he tended to just hide at the end of the driveway for funsies). Mum chased him down to the bus stop across the road from technology park, where we go with the dog in the mornings to throw pinecones. She put the leash on him and then he apparently just flipped out and attacked her. She was in hospital for four days & the police/ranger confiscated the dog and had him put down.
Needless to say I'm pretty upset. Mum's ok but she's on some pretty nasty drugs. When I first found out about it I couldn't help thinking that she must have done something to provoke the attack and so I didn't much care that she was injured - it just doesn't make sense to me, but I'll never know exactly what happened and there's nothing I can do to change it, and I'm coming to terms with it slowly but surely.
The suckiness of the homecoming has kind of wiped a lot of the joy of the trip itself from my brain - I can't remember half of the things I did. I think my best favourite was the La Brea Tar Pits? There were a lot of film/tv related things: we went to the Kung Pao Bistro and had Robot Chicken (after which the show is named), we tracked down's Buffy's house & school and we went to the Circle K in San Dimas.
Las Vegas was insane - it's such an excessive sort of place, and I totally get why it's called Sin City - it's all hookers, booze and gambling. People take their kids there - that's even weirder.
I went to the Atomic Testing Museum in Vegas. Did you know that America won the cold war because of their superior weapons technology? Or that Hiroshima and Nagasaki were targeted because they were key military bases?
I think what I will do, when I get some time (which I should have considerably more of because I am *insanely* broke & cannot afford to do anything or go anywhere for some time to come) is upload my pictures and make my notes and observations and such that way.
On the subject of never going out again ever, it's Soundwave on Monday. I'm going with my brother in law, but I would like a bigger posse because just at the moment with the sadness and such I feel that I need the company of others. Plus my bro in law is pretty awesome and he really enjoyed Sin the couple of times he came and I think it would be neat if he got to meet some of my peeps. Also, I plan on drinking. A lot. Again, on account of the sadness.
Who's going? Who wants to be part of my posse?
When I got off the plane, my 'rents were there to meet me and Mum had a big giant plaster on her arm - I asked what happened, and my Dad said there was some bad news.. I figured it was something Cancer related for a brief second, but then he said 'Marmite is no more' - rather an odd way to break the news - but that's my family I guess.
Apparently, Marmite ran away one morning while I was away (which was not particularly common for him, and when he did run away he tended to just hide at the end of the driveway for funsies). Mum chased him down to the bus stop across the road from technology park, where we go with the dog in the mornings to throw pinecones. She put the leash on him and then he apparently just flipped out and attacked her. She was in hospital for four days & the police/ranger confiscated the dog and had him put down.
Needless to say I'm pretty upset. Mum's ok but she's on some pretty nasty drugs. When I first found out about it I couldn't help thinking that she must have done something to provoke the attack and so I didn't much care that she was injured - it just doesn't make sense to me, but I'll never know exactly what happened and there's nothing I can do to change it, and I'm coming to terms with it slowly but surely.
The suckiness of the homecoming has kind of wiped a lot of the joy of the trip itself from my brain - I can't remember half of the things I did. I think my best favourite was the La Brea Tar Pits? There were a lot of film/tv related things: we went to the Kung Pao Bistro and had Robot Chicken (after which the show is named), we tracked down's Buffy's house & school and we went to the Circle K in San Dimas.
Las Vegas was insane - it's such an excessive sort of place, and I totally get why it's called Sin City - it's all hookers, booze and gambling. People take their kids there - that's even weirder.
I went to the Atomic Testing Museum in Vegas. Did you know that America won the cold war because of their superior weapons technology? Or that Hiroshima and Nagasaki were targeted because they were key military bases?
I think what I will do, when I get some time (which I should have considerably more of because I am *insanely* broke & cannot afford to do anything or go anywhere for some time to come) is upload my pictures and make my notes and observations and such that way.
On the subject of never going out again ever, it's Soundwave on Monday. I'm going with my brother in law, but I would like a bigger posse because just at the moment with the sadness and such I feel that I need the company of others. Plus my bro in law is pretty awesome and he really enjoyed Sin the couple of times he came and I think it would be neat if he got to meet some of my peeps. Also, I plan on drinking. A lot. Again, on account of the sadness.
Who's going? Who wants to be part of my posse?