May the fourth be with you

This is one of my favorite fake holidays of the year. It’s better than Administrative Professionals Day but not as cool as Senior Ditch Day. I was hardly 8 years old when my mom took me to see Episode IV: A New Hope in the theatre. I remember young Luke Skywalker on that screen with his hair blowing in the Tatooine desert wind and had me at “I want to be a Jedi like my father!”


Unlike Mark Hamel’s good looks, my love for the saga never died. I’m not so much an attend Comi-con in a gold bikini fan, but more of a watch a Sunday marathon on spike for the 20th year in a row. I can recite all three movies by heart. My husband isn’t nearly as impressed with this as I would have hoped. He definitely married me for reasons other than my obnoxious ability to quote endless amounts of 80’s movie dialogue.

I don’t have collectibles (because that might turn into hoarding) or attend sci-fi conventions. But if I had a dollar for every time I used my Star Wars knowledge to save an extremely awkward date, I would have enough money to buy myself a 2 for 99 cents tacos at Jack In The Box on my way home from that date.

I grew up assuming everyone could speak wookie and only found out in college that having this talent made me popular at parties. Chewbacca-ing out really impressed drunk people and even a few people of the competitive water polo playing variety *wink*.


Once Episode 5: The Empire Strikes Back came out I was over Luke and his darker hair and that whole weird crush on his sister thing and started my lifelong one-sided love affair with Han Solo. That scruffy-looking Nerf Herder was my obsession for years. My crush continued to follow him right into Blade Runner and Indiana Jones.


Is it me or were the 80’s the platinum age of adventure movies? Because it sure was chocked-full of light saber wielding, dreamy leading man romancing, kick-ass princessing, Light vrs. Dark side battling fun!

I have a glimmer of Hope for the next movies. I have no doubt that JJ Abrams can make a great movie, but being able to re capture that magic that was in the first three films is what I doubt. No matter what happens they can never take the originals from us.

Oh and this was my favorite Star Wars Day meme on the inter webs today. My favorites are collapsed At-At and reclined Jabba.



Why I want a Dragon and a Direwolf

As I prepare to watch the season 4 opener of Game Of Thrones, I am already worried as to how I will ever survive the anxiety ridden 42 weeks until season 5. I watched all 3 seasons this weekend as a little pre game warm up.

I know that characters I love will die (they always do) and the characters I hate will survive ( Sansa told us they always will) and all the expected bloodshed in between will ensue. So as Arya makes her lists before she sleeps of her enemies, I take my own stock of Westeros and my own “prayers” if you will.

My thoughts going into season :

Long live Tyrion and his cunning wit. Good things, make that REALLY good things come in small packages on this show. He is our brilliant and human Lanister. He outsmarts his adversaries with the charm of Han Solo and the wisdom of Yoda. If a Lanister must run King’s Landing then please Gods of old and new, let it be him.

Run Sansa Run. Go anywhere, but just go. Lord Balish is a manipulative turd but if he takes you away from that snake pit then you will still be better off than as the whipping girl of King Joffrey. As much as Tyrion will do his best to protect you, this is no life for the most beautiful girl in King’s Landing. Get outta dodge girl and take all those brocade gowns with you because they are fierce!

Cersi makes Malificent look like your sweet Aunt Buffy. I have a deep hatred for this woman and she reminds me of what would be the equivalent of Vicky if this show was The Real Housewives of Fictional 2nd Century Europe. She and her wine-induced scheming and manipulating. Her secrets are nuclear and If I were her, I would pray that the Dragons do come, because only dragon fire could destroy the evidence of her nastiness!

Joffrey should just die, but he won’t. That kid is just a genetically screwed up mess. His insides are so twisted and black that only the build up of many years of his evil doings will make his demise so incredibly sweet. My fear is that it will not be horrible enough when it comes. But like winter, it WILL come. The monster must die.

Arya is my girl. I just pray her name each night and that she survives to become a kick ass assassin and checks off her enemies one by one with stealth-like precision. She should be the poster girl for all young girls today. She has a real fire in her belly and just might be the last one standing at the end. I would be okay with that. So please don ‘t kill her Mr. Martin, pretty please?

Daenerys haunts my dreams. She is the( in my opinion)  rightful heir to the iron throne. She is the mother of dragons and this is all the convincing that I need. She will take that throne by fire and blood and I am really hoping that happens sooner than later. I just wonder if she will end up with the hot new mercenary Daario, or if she will give her heart to Jorah, her loyal confidant.

These are my wishes for season 4 and I am sure most of them will not come true. I will snuggle under my blanket and watch whilst holding my breath to see who survives episode one.

Stay tuned my lords and ladies for the night is dark and full of terrors!