Star Wars

"Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster kid."

I turned on the radio, and at the end of the Garbage song, I heard good old Han Solo. Hah. I laughed so hard I almost wrecked the car out on 360, curving through hills.

Oh, it was cool. Pretty damn cool. Even with the absolutely awful bits. Much more than I hoped for, and now I really want to see the next one. Clone wars! Jango Fett! Little Boba! Yoda! Okay, the acting was ridiculous at times, and they need better script writers. For the love of all that is holy! They need decent lines! But yeah, it was neat.

I'm so glad I went, even though I wasn't nearly as excited as Gene or Melynda. We waited for an hour and a half inside the theater, and I was reproached many a time for being more interested in the previews (which sucked) than the actual movie. But it was good, good, good in a goofy, fun way.

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My computer crashed in the middle of things last night, forcing me to take my jittery, pacing, wired self to bed. I slept a long time, for me, for going to bed so late. Now I'm completely unable to summon up the will to go to work. I'm frightened to think about how many cigarettes I smoked last night. I really would like to just go back to bed and sleep for a few hours more.