Of Self Realization and Toilet Fluid Mechanics

So I woke up this morning to the sound of kookaburra birds and accented 'hello's, and I realized something. I'm in AUSTRALIA.

It's weird. I'm completely overwhelmed. It's borderline terrifying. To add to this, alot of drastic things have happened in both Chicago and Ann Arbor while I was gone, meaning I won't exactly be welcomed with the old familiarity of things.

But I can't exactly do much about those things while I'm on this side of the planet. All I can do is whatever I can at 100%.

Let's make an earth sandwich. I'll hug this side, and you hug the other. Post a picture.

And now for the main event.



Personally, I am appalled and disgusted. All the toilets I have encountered thus far (which consist of only school and pub toilets) yeild the same inconclusive downward suction. Surely further research is required. I'm sure that somewhere, in the town of Come-and-Help-Yourself in this Rough-and-Ready land, there is a toilet that can tell us something more satisfactory.

A list of upcoming updates:
Sydney Mardi Gras Parade (In which Adrian has many embarrassing pictures)
Things Australians Say Wrong #2 (In which cultural linguistics are observed)
Miscellaneous Observation Cartoon Drawings (In which it won't happen until I find a scanner)
Things that can and will kill you in Australia #1 (In which the list is long)
Adrian Explores The Beach (In which he is getting a nice tan)
Sound Relief (In which 10 straight hours of well known bands shall rock the house)