Today was Thunder! Over Louisville and I had a good one. I didn't host a party this year, so instead I wandered around catching Pokémon, drank good beers, had good meals including I was stoked to bump into a fave Indian food truck for dinner a block from my house. Watched some of the air show, watched all the fireworks half inside with the TV and half outside with the rain drizzle and my home view.
Smeap is the honk of a flamingo. Smeap was also at least once, a storybook land at the weird intersection of TV ads and the worlds they seem to inhabit. It was a place where wars were fought over sodas, and talking polar bears had very good reasons to guard soda machines. It was a place where rainbow color candies were harvested for electric power. It was a place where a prairie dog might move to big city inhabited mostly by Pink Flamingos to follow her dream to be private investigator, only to get slowly entangled in the seedy underbelly of crime and prohibited soda trading of the Neon Flamingos and their syndicate. Social media at times lately feels like it has become almost entirely seedy underbelly with very little upside. Maybe it needs more storybook worlds.