I have come back to Australia supporting HarryDraco. Oh dear.

( What is probably the one of the strangest and most personal introduction to a fandom one can have. )

And so, I am back. With depplovely goodness, in the form of What's Eating Gilbert Grape?, and still on the quest to acquire Pirates (for which I won't forgive myself if I do not get). I am not worthy of this fandom, having forgotten to look for Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Benny and Joon. Yes, I know. I am ashamed as well.

Australia was in short a very hot, fly-y, ugly, badly ripped-off New Zealand, and I'm actually rather relieved it's over. Though, on the plus side, it had nice water (which I can't compare with New Zealand because we didn't go to the beaches there). On the downside, there was the brother, and it was very hot, fly-y and badly ripped-off, and did not have RotK, which I am seemingly calm about despite my indignation towards this aspect of Australia. No, there probably won't be pictures, due to my brother running off with the camera and taking several snapshots of the exact same scene (of himself, mind), with him either looking constipated, being off centre, or both of the above. On the occasion he got a good picture, he decided to take several less decent pictures just in case, thus rendering the camera both ill-used and out of my possession. Though, come to think of it, I did get a photo of an ice-cream called "Golden Gaytime", so all is not lost.

[edit: And just yesterday I dreamed I was part of a family of Santa Clauses, in 3D. It had a lot to do with some Christmas show being on TV. And while I'm talking about Aussie TV, never NEVER watch Simon Birch. It is the worst adaptation of the best book ever. At least they had the decency to rename him. He is not worth Owen Meany. I shall find out who made the movie, hunt him down and kill him.)