Looking for something fun to do to kick off Star Wars MONTH? It looks like the Fishers Library has just the thing. They’re hosting a Star Wars Day Festival from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. tomorrow (May 3). The schedule is full of all kinds of fun events, like hands-on exhibits about the science of Star Wars, a Jedi Training Arena, a costume contest, a Star Wars trivia contest, Star Wars themed cupcakes from Gigi’s (oh man, that sounds awesome) and a Wookiee playing a cello.
Playing a cello.
The Wookiee Cellist will be performing with the iL Troubadore Klingon Music Project. This isn’t the first time they’ve performed together. I found this little gem from last year’s Gen Con.
I must admit, though, that I feel a little uneasy about this. A Wookiee performing with a Klingon band? Isn’t that akin to crossing the streams? It might create a time paradox, the results of which could cause a chain reaction that would unravel the very fabric of the space time continuum, and destroy the entire universe! Granted, that’s a worse case scenario. The destruction might in fact be very localized, limited to merely our own galaxy.
Anyone heading to the library for some Star Wars awesomeness on Saturday? Who knows? Maybe we’ll load up the kids and head up to Fishers for a while. If so, I’m definitely wearing my Chewbacca shirt.
Maybe I can get a selfie with the Cellist. That would be all kinds of awesome.
With Star Wars Day (May the 4th be with you!), Revenge of the 6th, and a whole bunch of anniversaries commemorating the opening days of the Star Wars saga, there is a lot of Star Wars awesomeness to go around. So I’ve decided to dedicate the whole month to Star Wars.
That’s right. We cannot limit our Star Wars celebration to merely one day anymore. It’s time to step up our game. It’s time to expand the Star Wars festivities to fill the entire month, not just one lousy day.
So let us make merry this fine first day of May. Grab an Ewok and dance. Ask your sweetheart to put cinnamon rolls on her head. Swing your lightsabers round and round. And stop trying to adapt your speeders to the cold (because it is Spring, after all). We’re gonna party like it’s a long time ago in a galaxy far far away!
So happy Star Wars month, y’all! And remember: the Force will be with you.
I know I’ve been silent about it for a while, but I must say that I’m quite excited that they’re about to start filming Star Wars Episode VII. And now that I know that it’s supposed to take place 30 years after Return of the Jedi, I have to admit that I’m looking forward to seeing some of my favorite characters return to the big screen for one last hurrah.
I’m especially looking forward to the return of Jar Jar Binks. That’s right. I’ve dumped Chewie. Jar Jar is my all time favorite Star Wars character. And he would be a great addition to the cast of characters expected to return in Episode VII. Sure, the character will be pushing 90 years old when Gungans generally live to be 65 or so. But that’s OK. Because he’s Jar Jar. And an ancient Jar Jar would be awesome, wouldn’t it? Especially if he becomes a Jedi Knight. He could totally help restore the Jedi Order.
Or maybe they could make him the chief antagonist. Could you imagine Jar Jar as a Dark Lord of the Sith? That would be epic. I sure hope Disney, Lucasfilm, and J.J. Abrams, make this happen. Maybe I should start a petition or something. Think I should get the White House involved? I mean, this is pretty important stuff.
Earlier this week, I sat down with my bobblehead Chewbacca for a little one-on-one chat. As you probably already know, I’m a big fan of the Giant Walking Carpet. I think it was egged on by the fact that my roommate started calling me Chewbacca after I returned home from Philmont.
I’ve even “met” Chewbacca on a couple occasions. OK. I didn’t really meet him. I just got to stand really close to some Chewbacca costumes that had been used in the films. That counts for something. I’d love to meet Peter Mayhew someday, though. Maybe I should add that to my list of 100-ish Things I Want to Do Before I Die.
With all that being said, it really shouldn’t be a surprise that I have a Chewbacca bobblehead sitting at my workspace. Should it?
Bobblehead Chewie and I sat down for our interview one cold morning this past week. Here’s how our conversation went…
Me: Thanks for taking the time to talk with me this morning. We’ve known each other for quite a while now. Right?
Bobblehead Chewie: Well, you should know.
Me: You were the first thing I bought and brought in to sit on my desk after I started working at Slingshot. That’s been close to two years. That sounds like a pretty decent amount of time.
Bobblehead Chewie: Whatever you say.
Me: That’s an interesting response.
Bobblehead Chewie: Good.
Me: What’s your deal? Who peed in your Wheaties this morning?
Me: Um…That was almost three years ago. It’s been a while.
Bobblehead Chewie: Whatever. He thinks he runs this desk. He still brags about how he threw that Ninja Turtle off his perch. And that was months ago! He keeps saying that makes him King of the Hill.
Me: That wasn’t even my Turtle.
Bobblehead Chewie: It doesn’t matter! He’s getting out of control and you need to stop him before I rip his arms out of his sockets.
Me: Heh. That would be fun to watch. Do you think we could set up some kind of pay-per-view broadcast of the epic Wookiee on Wookiee duel?
Bobblehead Chewie: Whatever.
Me: OK. You’re right. He’s getting a little too big for his britches. I’ve removed him from the situation and put him in a coffee mug. He’ll be in time out for a while. Like a three year old. Are you happy now?
Bobblehead Chewie: Well….
Me: Oh, what else is wrong?
Bobblehead Chewie: It’s that stupid Christmas Jawa.
Me: Now wait a second. He’s on the other side of the desk. He’s about as far away as he can be from you.
Bobblehead Chewie: I know. But he kind of stinks like a dead Hutt. And his eyes are so spooky. It’s like they glow in the dark. They give me nightmares when I sleep. And it’s not like I get to sleep for very long. Have you heard him sing? It’s absolutely dreadful. All he sings is Christmas songs. Off key. And he does it all. night. long.
Me: Well, you’re just going to have to make the most of it. Christmas is only a few weeks away. Then he’ll be put back in the box for another 11 months.
Me: I think he comes down with a horrible case of cabin fever when he’s in that storage box. It just takes him a while to get all of his energy out of his system.
Bobblehead Chewie: I get that. I really do. But he’s grating on everyone’s last nerve.
Me: Sorry. Y’all are just going to have to deal with it.
Bobblehead Chewie: You know, maybe you have too many Star Wars trinkets at your desk. Have you ever thought of putting some of them away?
Me: You know, you’re right! Maybe I should start by putting you away….
Bobblehead Chewie: No. I see your point. I think you have just the right amount. Now, where were we with this interview? Didn’t you have a question for me?
Me: I think it’s safe to say that this interview is over. You’ve said quite enough already.
This post was inspired by #ThinkKit December post-a-day blog writing challenge by Smallbox. The prompt: Conduct an interview
Remember the picture of the kids with the tauntaun? I think this one tops it. What do you think? Here’s the original, just in case you aren’t sure who’s supposed to be whom. I’d like to thank Eternal Lizdom for pointing me in this direction. I was still stuck on Ewoks and simply couldn’t make that work.
Happy Star Wars Day! May the Fourth be with you!
I hope you have a fabulous day full of lightsaber duels, Jedi Mind Tricks, and blue milk cupcakes!
Of course X is for x-wing. If you’ve read this blog for any amount of time, you shouldn’t be surprised by this at all. What else could X be for? X-Men? I guess. X-ray? Maybe. Xylophone? A cop-out. If any letter is perfectly combined with any word, it’s X with -wing. X always has been and always will be for x-wing. Unless I do this challenge again next year. Then I’ll have to pick another word for X because using x-wing again would be cheating. Right?
From video games to role-playing, I’ve always chosen to fly an x-wing for the Rebellion. OK…there was that short stint where I was totally engrossed in the TIE Fighter video game experience while in undergrad, but we’ll not dwell on that right now. It was because of the x-wing that I begged my parents to take me to Showbiz Pizza. I didn’t care about the food. I didn’t care about Rock-afire Explosion. All I cared about was climbing into that cockpit and destroying the Death Star again and again and again. This was my favorite game of all time. All. time. I would give practically anything to own one of these machines. I don’t think any other game comes anywhere close to the amazing awesomeness that was the Star Wars arcade game.
As a child, I regularly played Star Wars with Darren, who lived a few houses down from us. We would act out scenes from the movies and even make up our own stories. We would draw out battle plans and brief the other Rebel pilots before going out on our missions. It seems that Wedge was always getting in trouble with us, the commanders, because he wouldn’t pay attention during the briefings. Of course, when it counted, Wedge was always came through as our x-wings engaged in heavy fighting against Imperial TIEs.