Sep 20, 2005

The land up above.

The more I think about it, the more I want to move to Australia. I'm not sure what it is about the entire continent that intrigues me more than any other place on earth. I don't think I want to live on islands my entire life, but I would love to live in the southern hemisphere. While all those Texans and Zonies gripe about how hot it is up in North America, I would be out enjoying the peak of winter. Why do so many things seem so much better there when I haven't even seen how things there are? I also want to get far, far, far away from America, because I am quite disgusted with seeing it and hearing about it. Sometimes, I wish I could hide out in my own private bunker somewhere in the depths of Antarctica for a few months. Maybe then, I wouldn't have to hear about the "courage and valor of American troops" or be stuck watching a heart warming, inspirational fifteen minute segment on a national news program about how God miraculously reunited a little Alabama girl and her pet mouse after a horrible flooding situational event because thousands of Americans prayed for her. Let us all breathe a sigh of relief for little Jessica Joey Bob McHamilton-Smith-Jensen, a beautiful little girl who likes hotdogs, old-fashioned Brazilian alarm clocks that go baloopadabangwazi, and mice.


I think my desire to exist on a large continent as opposed to a relatively tiny island grows stronger by the day. Hawaii is beautiful, but is also too geographically restrictive to be ideal. Sure, I would take a trip to Europe, but currently, I have my sights set on Australia. Or hell, New Zealand, even. It's certainly close enough. At the moment, I am anything but dissatisfied with where I live, but I still like to look ahead.

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Lithium said...

I'm not certain if you want anyone to comment on this entry, seeing as you have had several comments deleted but I definitely think you should paw your war to Australia!

Screw New Zealand, I'm not there. I want the Wolf. ;)

Anonymous said...

Obligated in so many different directions. Ah, but I want the wolf, too!

Yeah, all joking aside, and I'm sure it comes as no surprise, but my vote is going to Antarctica.

A true desert, by definition. It holds the record for the coldest temperature on earth and the winds in Commonwealth Bay are sometimes 200mph. It has beautiful natural formations, and the way the blue, distant sun reflects on the southern ice is so eerie and lovely.

And it's just as I told you the other day... no one ever says, "Ah, but when I was in Antarctica."

Timberwolf said...

I'm not certain if you want anyone to comment on this entry, seeing as you have had several comments deleted but I definitely think you should paw your war to Australia!

Screw New Zealand, I'm not there. I want the Wolf. ;)


This entry happened to be the victim of a direct hit by a catastrophic spam cyclone. Hence, all the deletions. I was subsequently about to turn off commenting on this entry, but fortunately opted not to.

And I'll be sure to start pawing my war over there as soon as I can, once I figure out what that means. (;

Lithium said...

Well, it was supposed to be "paw your way", but I accidentally wrote 'war'. I suppose it still works for you, though.

You smartass.

Timberwolf said...

I now see what you mean. I wonder if I could paw my war over an ocean so vast by doing the doggy battle?

heehee.

Lithium said...

There's only one way to know. Get started, baby! I'll wait at the shoreline with snacks and drinks.

Timberwolf said...

Just wait until I at least determine which shore to start from . . . that alone could require a bit of forethought. And what if I am to land on New Zealand, mistaking it for Australia??

Lithium said...

Well, I am not certain which shore you should be starting from. If you find yourself making the shores of New Zealand, you have two options:

Be prepared to swear violently and start swimming over to Australia, or

Give me a call so I can fly you to Australia and get you from the airport. :-*

Timberwolf said...

Well, if you would do the latter option, I may as well just twist your arm extra hard to get me a ticket all the way from Hawaii. That way, I wouldn't have to take 20 showers just to get that seaweed odour off of me.