A small victory in my lifelong conflict with regional exclusivity, that’s included videogames, media and, um, bigger things, I was able to take advantage of Wal-mart’s failure to restrict its inventory by shipping destination—ironic, that, seeing as how I’ve written up that very requirement on a number of occasions for businesses a fraction of the size… then again, that may be the reason—and reunite with this favorite from the past, once thought gone for good.
An occasion for song?!
LiveWire
It’s the taste that’s stood the test of time
Its name is LiveWire
That defies all reason and rhyme
My favorite color, since days long gone
I liked the juice, the sherbet and Milan—
O-range I glad I knew it was Dew
With the caffeine to get me through
Life on a highwire
LiveWire
Ten years later, the world’s (more) “woke” to racial injustice, and even if in ten more this movie’s outright banned and has to be run off-grid or something, I’ll still find it funny as fuck. The journey of the shoe alone surely deserves an epic poem—I think I’ll work on one to break the monotony of my upcoming travels:
At a meeting of nations came one Lesser guest,
A pair of shining White vessels hosted their best;
Alas, a mishap in port marked one of their hulls,
And their welcome was noticed by even the ‘gulls.
The captain, dismayed, directed a quick re-launch—
The current was feisty, but the captain was staunch;
So did the crew lose control that fateful day,
And the ship while a-shine again drifted away.
…Didn’t get to salvation by the giant beanstalks, 72 billable hours a week will do that to you, but I did reunite with a good portion of my genetic pool, ate the 김치 and 장조림 that usually accompanies it, and saw a Smeg refrigerator
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