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The force is strong

I’ve never been a huge Star Wars fan,  but it’s hard not to get caught up in all the excitement about the premiere of the latest installment…

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Especially since I helped capture a stormtrooper last weekend outside a museum near Chicago.

Typical Sunday morning kinda stuff,  you know how it is.

Wookie mistake

may 4thToday the truly cool will greet you with cries of “May the fourth be with you” to celebrate Star Wars Day.

Fourth obviously meaning “force.”

But what’s not so obvious — who decided the near rhyme “fourth” was worthy of this great franchise?  Why not one of the other available near rhymes for “force,” awesome words like:

  • farce
  • hearse
  • quartz
  • sparse
  • verse

I’m sure we could find fun everyday words and phrases that use these words, too, and shove “force” right in there.  And we could use them on any ol’ day that we pleased.  Phrases like…

  • bedroom force (farce)
  • smoky force (quartz)
  • Bible force (verse)

Yeah…maybe it doesn’t really matter who picked “fourth.”

Make it so

I am in Kentucky this week to celebrate the holiday, visiting with my brothers and sister and their families.

I am staying at my oldest brother’s house.  When I a little kid, I wanted to be like Kent…so I copied him when it suited me.

A prime example?

He loved Star Trek, so I loved Star Trek…still do.  Even boycotted Star Wars when it was released way back when ’cause he did.

Wonder if he will find this as amusing as I do?

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oiSn2JuDQSc&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DoiSn2JuDQSc#t=119

Sign language

Do you know what these stickers mean?

minivan stickersMy friend Karen encountered them today during her travels.

She doesn’t know what they are. Her Facebook friends (including me) don’t know. And my Google image search didn’t turn up anything either. So now I am widening her appeal —

What the what?

I have to say…I did find a lot of other interesting minivan stickers during my brief image search.  Take a look!

star wars sticker

dysfunctional family

ass family

Resistance is futile

Today is Star Trek‘s 46th birthday.

Google made them this way cool doodle.

I didn’t get them anything.

But to be fair, they didn’t post their birthday on Facebook…so I’m just now hearing about it.

I do wish them many warm regards.  They are younger than I thought. I hope they don’t take offense at that comment.  It just seems like they were always on the air when I was a kid.

I started watching Trek at first because my brother did.  I thought he was cool. I wanted to be cool.  So I watched.  Then it was about the series…so much so that when Star Wars came around, I boycotted it on principle.

We’re talking serious Trekker.

When I worked at Hallmark Cards, I developed a line of Star Trek cards.  I even did a focus group on Deep Space Nine — got a bunch of guys from IT to help me flesh out the offering.

Good times.

Happy Birthday Star Trek!  Live long and prosper.

Wah

Comic Con is in full swing this weekend in San Diego.  And I’m not there….again.  So, I’m bitter.  Again.

I know, I should stop my whining and get my butt out there.  I mean, seriously — even Hallmark Cards has a booth.  And I know them!

But instead, here I am in Boston, spending my entire day making a living.

Or am I?

Perhaps that’s really me behind those dark glasses…sporting a sexier version of Star Wars stormtrooper gear.  (The black inserts are slimming, don’t you agree?)

And any girl will tell you when your best friend has blue hair, the guys are gonna look your way.

(That is a girl…right?)

Or perhaps that’s me in full costume dressed as a…well, as a…cat? With Harry Potter taped glasses, even.

I do have green eyes, and although I’m not a big fan of pink hair on a normal day, I think the green and gold jumpsuit saves it.

A cat superhero?  I can get behind that for a day.

(Just don’t tell my dog.)

Yes, maybe ‘being’ at Comic Con is just a state of mind.  Maybe being a geek is enough.

A geek that whines — goodness knows I’m working that so far.

Characters accepted here

I’ve lived in New York City for almost five years now, and people still ask me if I like it.

I do.  But, surprisingly, not for the reasons I thought I would.

Yes, I like going to Broadway shows whenever I want.  I like being able to dabble in TV and film work (translation: audition a lot, get cast very little, do extra work a bit).  I like having access to lectures and writers and museums and all the culture that New York City provides.

But what I love most of all about this city?

The characters you find here…and the city’s total acceptance of them.

Case in point:  Yesterday I was on the 1 train coming back uptown from a meeting.    A guy got on, turned on his iPod — playing the Star Wars theme for some reason — and announced “The king is here!”  Then he started showing large photos to the car; in each one, he was posed with a different celebrity.

He wasn’t trying to sell anything.  He just wanted to show people his pics.  And he kept saying “The king is here” in a very proud way.

The people in the car?  They just ignored him or smiled.  One women talked to him and was quickly dubbed “The queen of the car!”

When he left a few stops later — saying “The king is leaving!” — folks just went about their day.  There wasn’t any drama.  No one was clasping their child in terror or calling a cop.   He was just another character in the city that accepts them as their own.

Yep.  I like it here.