Today, I killed a duck.

I keep on thinking that I should keep a book or something. Because I see something, go "oh, that'd be cool to write about" and then just forget. Which is kind of strange.

I did, however, want to talk about my adventures over the last few days. I went out to take some photos yesterday. I had fun, clambering all over things and getting blacked up to my elbows leaning over a partition to take a bunch of photos of people's trash. Look at me be all postmodern.

I was horribly pleased with myself. In order to take good photos, some things must be sacrificed. Like personal hygiene. So I made a deliberate attempt to take photos where people don't usually go. Or, y'know, fling trash over small walls, not thinking about where it lands. The Government House gardens, _{(not to be confused with the actual Government House. This one just has old ladies having tea in it a lot)} were kind of fun. Fun as in "oh, look. Trees in a garden!" not fun as in "WOOHOO! YEAH! BITCHES LIKE MY STYLE!" I wish it was the latter kind of fun. Having a rock band playing to old ladies would be kind of cool.

So yeah, those were yesterday's adventures. Today's, well. I didn't take my camera today. I REGRET IT. There was an air guitaring cowboy! And IronyMan! and a bronze statue that I SWEAR wasn't there yesterday.

I'm having fun, seeing how the city is constantly changing. Of course, it looks a little mangy now. There are more parts under the tarps than over it. Places are closing down and moving so buildings can be demolished and redone. I'm kind of glad that our city, officially the most remote major city on earth, is getting the attention it deserves.

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Moving on!

I try not to think about what's in my food. I really don't. I just ate a chicken dinner that probably has more hormones in it than Rose Porteous, which is a rather alarming thought. The woman looks like a herring gone wrong. She's also a little fanatical about her dogs.

Anyway. Like I was saying. The lovely, wonderful and mildly disturbing Xands made a post involving food, in one of her many, many journals, all of which I adore more than is healthy for me. I think it gives me headaches, I love them so much.

Anyway. She linked to a site I've been trying to find the URL of for ages. I had forgotten what it was called, and like the idiot I am, I didn't bookmark it.

I am so very, very fond if it, but so terrified at the same time. It has many wonderful posts. I enjoy reading through it, and sitting in my warm, Australian seat, thinking my warm, Australian thoughts, like "Silly Americans. Whyfor you be so crazy?"

And then I realise Australia is just as batshit insane. I kind of don't have a leg to stand on, when I talk about crazy Americans. Unless you count that kid that suffocated himself in a sandbox by asking his friends to bury him in the sand.^1.

That's -just- a Little bit crazy.

_{1. Yes, I know. I'm an insensitive bastard. Hoorah for bastardry!}