# 108

*Transmission from somewhere in the southern hemisphere*

I'm not online, at least not on any regular basis. There may be a gap of up to six days between now and my next post as my significant other and I brought the plane down in a tropical location where a ton of English is spoken. Henceforthwithetc, the voodoo chile Internet baybeh has been made available for our fingertips to walk on. The catch is that we shall continue to shovel food of immaculate perception into our food disposal units and absorb the visual dynamics of a constantly changing landscape we had gotten to know from the pre-Japanese era while the remainder of our body parts get reacquainted with a lifestyle of the heartily Australian persuasion. My vernacular has already experienced an overload of the terms "mate," "bloke," "fella" and "seppo." It's all good. A man claiming to be an expert in the field has suggested by way of remedy the removal of shoes and socks for all outdoor pursuits such as walking, swimming and dining, and a greasing of our respective soft tissue membrane using locally made liquid intoxicants. As we're sticklers for staying on the path of rehabilitation, I'm guessing full re-Australianisation could be as imminent as August 8th. Rumour of technology at our makeshift abode being of late '80s make has been found to be true. Hope of regular updates with accompanying images has been rendered futile; alone time for masturbation and sleep has suffered similar fate. The wife is healthy, beaming and loving the opening partnership of the 20th week of mini alien harnessing. In short, life and the Kaufmans are getting on like a housedoused in petrol. Bring on the matches. Unless they finally push the button, I'll be seeing you - and you - on the other side. Ooroo for now.

*Transmission ends*