“Even, I can’t.” — Millennial Yoda
First things first, there are some obvious omissions. You won’t find a version of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Frosty the Snowman, or even the Christmas Is All Around from Love, Actually.
When a young man in a Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back t-shirt tells you not to loathe yourself for being a tourist, you try to listen.
Star Wars is light entertainment, but it is not merely that; it has endured. In order for a work of popular art to last so long, it needs both levity and gravity.
1) “…Never tell me the odds!”
I’m totally okay with a female arch-nemesis. I’m not one of those guys who thinks females weren’t “built” to be arch-nemeses. That’s silly.
“Now that I’m with you again, I’m in agony.”
A man standing in his saddle in the half-lit half-alive dawn banged on the shutters and called two names. He was just a hat and a cloak levitating in the grey plume of his own breath, but when he called we came. That much is certain — we came.
If a Blogger is the scum that coats the walls of a fish tank, a Troll is the Pleco fish that devours the algae, ravenously and without remorse. The two cohabitate in the blogosphere, yet their motives and means of survival are far from uniform.
Today, May 4th, is national “Star Wars Day,” when nerds everywhere gather in gleeful celebration of the joy that George Lucas has brought to their lives — with the hopeful exception of those three prequel movies that really really sucked. Of course, President Barack Obama won’t declare “Star Wars Day” to be an official national holiday, just like he can’t catch Osama bin Laden won’t release his birth certificate can’t do something else that we’ll think of later on. …Shame on you, Mr. President!