Qantas Jet, flying home

I've only got this long left in Australia:
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Back in the USA

I have returned to the land of my fathers. Plane touched down on time and friends picked me up on time. We rode to my friend Mickey’s house in a silver minivan. Not a Mom’s minivan, mind you, but somebody’s work van. Much convenient for baggage and quite unexpected and quite more than I’m used to. Parking in LA is aways hard, but was pretty fun for me just cause… well, I’m home. Had a few scares where I thought we were driving on the wrong side. Getting used to my own place again, so to speak.

I partied it up with my three best friends in the world (in the world!) and then I made my way back. Seems that while I was gone, the homestead got up and moved without me. I said goodbye to my Mom, who was just leaving Palm Springs for Santa Rosa herself, then crashed on a friend’s couch (in grand backpacker fashion). Then I lost my friends cat, more or less. To be fair there is a hole in the wall big enough for a cat so the evidence remains inconclusive.

Eventually we took the trip north to San Francisco for another one of the friend’s 21st birthday. I migrated to Santa Rosa, which is where I’ll live now. I’m back. You can still continue the trip, back to what has to pass as normal, over at the (real) Glot.

 

Racial Slurs

In an effort to more fully understand… global cultures… I found this whilst perusing a database of racial slurs:

Slur Represents Reasons/Origins
Zeppo Americans used by Australians

They call us that? For seriously? Of all the incredible, obscure-seeming slurs (including Björk for icelanders) I can’t imagine one that would be less offensive to the American psyche. Hell, half of us wouldn’t even get the reference… I think.