You'll be maybe lunging for the bad guy’s hip
No one anticipates the sunset flip
The referee and your opponent will hold you there
And we're gonna bring in a folding chair
We'll stipulate that there will be no cameras filming
But of course there will be several in the building
And if by chance somebody hits "record"
And stands real still somewhere back behind the soundboard
Cheap electric razor from the Thrifty down the street
Two guys down around…
After watching this hopeless, soulless mess, where the only form of political power is superior product knowledge, and the only solidarity comes through shared consumption patterns, I had to go re-read the intro to Tales from Earthsea to remind myself that fantasy and storytelling still have power:
"In the years since I began to write about Earthsea I've changed, of course, and so have the people who read the books. All times are changing times, but ours is one of…
