the savings account faerie


I'm not the kind who forgets things. Not forget them entirely, at least. Yes, there are those occasional lapses which afterwards result in a sudden pang of fright and a mad scrambling to handle whatever it was that slipped from my mind at the most inopportune moment possible. But to forget something entirely and never again be able to deduct what it was that was going down? Never! Yet .......... I admitted previously having stumbled upon a logotype-ish something of which I had zero recollection, neither of its purpose nor even of having created it. And now it's happened again! And it concerns the same confounding locomotion conundrum! Weird, otherworldly forces seem at work here. Cue the B-movie theremin.

Created with the intention of being plastered onto the sides of boots usually worn by the trendier members of various subcultures, the design you see above, dearest visitor, just didn't pan out. With apologies to Nancy Sinatra, these boots weren't made for walking with such baroque-adelica all over them.
Barack Obama is praised with playful absurdities here. Hillary Clinton is playfully insulted here. John McCain is less playfully insulted with numerous variations on the theme of "cranky old man" at some locale whose URL I've forgotten. And now I, your host, have, with the able assistance of a smarter sibling, jumped onto this short-lived meme before its short life ends.