July 29th, 2004
109110516416551340
…originally recorded July 17th…
Flying into the sun
I feel slightly like the poor Metionid, Icarus, and I’m starting to have a premonition that this entire trip is going to focus on frenetic pace and more people than are initially conceivable for such a small area. What happened to Li Mu Bai and the Green Destiny? Surely Master Te has a palatial, tranquil guest house waiting for me on the way to Wu Tan. While I’m on the subject, I suppose I should make my requisite list of disgustingly ignorant expectations before I land.
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Chun-Li, of course (schwing!) *
really stern military officials and guardsmen *
live ducks, chickens, and other strange creatures flapping for their lives before being sold “truly fresh” *
everyone with long, braided pony tails and black robes *
every fibre of my intellectual property stolen copied ten million times, thirty seconds after landing *
to appear in an auto endorsement ad by the end of the weekend *
Forty minutes into Take Off 007 I’m starting to feel my Reeb having its way with me, I must make a trip to freshen up.
