Look, it can’t all be lightsabers and song lyrics. Sometimes, you just gotta dance.
I’ve been watching Star Wars: The Clone Wars for a few weeks now. Blew through a couple of seasons over Memorial Day Weekend. It’s actually pretty well done, considering it’s a cartoon bridging the gap between two of the prequel movies.
Sunday was Star Wars Day! I convinced the Wife to watch The Empire Strikes Back, the unarguably best film in the franchise.
I’ve been thinking about this for awhile, and you have to, too.
I’m starting my packing for my trip out to visit family this week. Packing entails a lot of difficult decisions, like what shirts to take.
In this particular instance, I made the only choice I could, really: I packed both shirts.
I’m in the middle of reading the first book in the X-Wing series, which is admittedly not high literature. Not that the Wife has any room to judge, given her love for crappy vampire fiction.
Lightsabers do make everything better.