I work for a television station that broadcasts the syndicated Martha Stewart show. On this repeat episode (dated from mentioning the recent writer’s strike) the special guest was Catherine Bell, whom I personally lust over because I so dig women in uniform. Anyway, as of this episode she and her husband are trying to get their pilots licenses and she’s working on getting a Cirrus SR22 single engine airplane. Mrs. Bell likes that the Cirrus features a gigantic parachute designed to lower the craft to the ground in case of an emergency. I had to look this thing up. In doing so I came across a blog where someone had posted what I am about to link to here: an article called Why I Own My Own Aircraft by Jeff Bryant who is the Southwest Regional Director of the Beech Aero Club, whose 9 year old son regards his Beechcraft Sport as his own, personal X-Wing starfighter.
The story that follows is actually very sweet (not something I say very often) and I encourage you to read it. It’s just a nice little story and I’m sure it says something about bringing people together somehow…I don’t know, I’m just a stupid guy. Check it out.
Well, I’ve begun writing a book…my version of the Star Wars Anakin Skywalker story. I’m one of those guys that thought Episodes 1, 2 and 3 sucked so I’ve set out to re-write the whole mess in my little re-imagining that nullifies the new trilogy and ties into the classic three more fluidly. And yeah, the original-original trilogy. The one where Han shoots first. There. I said it. Han shot first. Scoundrels are like that.
The book, as it’s being written, will be here. I call it Dark Lord. Enjoy.
This is the most perfect thing I have ever seen in my life. Kudos to Family Guy, Twentieth Century Fox and Uncle George.
Well. Another year has come and g-blah, blah, blah…I spent New Year’s Eve over at Marco’s house (that’s Edward’s bro) with his family, Mariano and his family, Jay and Leo. Edward’s clan was spending time with his wife’s family in Mexico so they had their U.S. celebration on Saturday (which I totally missed–thanks, Andi! :))
Anthony told me about this whilst passing each other in the hallway. Why is this funny?
What’s better? Stormtroopers or women? How about both.
I found this one a few minutes ago. Never mind that General Veers intermittently changes into Captain Piett, this satire is very good. Upon first viewing I nearly died laughing.
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They started me off fast on the Avid. Here I am on an editing suite I’ve never touched before in my life and I’m having to do a five minute music video for a local car dealership. Nick, the agency rep, is a good guy and I’ve always enjoyed working with him. We had fun putting together the first few minutes of this thing. It’s hard figuring out how to make the Avid work, however.
Tonight was the first night of FAITH which I have commited to from 6-9pm Tuesday nights, for the next 16 weeks. There’s a lot of reading and memorizing of Bible verses involved, but it’s nothing I can’t handle, I think. Joe, one of the instructors, asked us to keep some sort of journal. I thought of this blog and smiled.
Sandra called me this evening during the meeting so I called her back afterward. We talked until 1am. I asked her to be my prayer partner to keep me in her thoughts Tuesday nights whilst I’m doing the FAITH thing. “I’m looking forward to completing your training,” said Darth Vader.
I have just returned from watching Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of The Sith at the 12:15 am showing at Tinseltown in Mission. I have but one thing to say . . .
It’s all about the Vader.
Yeah, that’s right.
Mountain Dew says I’m Darth Freaking Vader over here.
And Mountain Dew is an authority on Sith acknowledgement, as we all know. It says so right there on the can.
But I wonder how they found me out in all my Force-wielding stealthiness?
Maybe it’s my long black cape, helmet and artificial breathing aperatus that keeps me alive due to my excessive lightsaber lacerations and lava burns. Also the fact that I was born a whiny Canadian and then suddenly aged to become a sixty-year-old British man in the span of forty years.
And let’s not forget my inate ability to harness the Dark Side and strangle people … WITH MY MIND!
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