Month: December 2020

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/end 2020

At work, having just finished a breakfast burrito from Philz.  Their ‘Gratitude’ holiday blend is pretty good, too.

This isn’t the worst year of my life, far from it.

But I think it’s the worst year of our collective lives.

Because we’ve been living with this shit together, but apart.

I hope to see many of you soon(tm), in person, again, soon(tm) being the type reserved for when updates to City of Heroes would come out.

I let out a primal scream for about 1/2 a block as I drove to work today.  That actually felt good.

But then I couldn’t find parking near the Chinese bakery to get pork buns, so I had to opt for the Philz breakfast burrito.

Anyways, just rambling this morning, not rumbling like it was around 5:42 am.  I sat there thinking that this was it, this is how 2020 was going to finally do us in.

But the rumbling stopped after a couple of seconds, it was more like a boop on da nose.

So cheers to you all, my friends and family and imaginary people on the other end of the internets, here’s to making it to the end of this crappy ass year and to the new beginnings of the upcoming year.

Not that I expect everything to change overnight, y’know.

It’s a symbolic thing.  You understand.

2021 = 2020 won?  No, fuck that.

It was never a game to begin with.

Welcome to life, mother fuckers.

Let’s ride.

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Fett

Everyone knows that Han Solo is my favorite Star Wars character, period.

And everyone knows that a close second is Boba Fett.  So much so that I’ve always seen him as a hero, not a villain.  The guy is just trying to get paid by whoever hires him.

Even though he was paid to capture favorite character number one in The Empire Strikes Back.

Anyways, when Return of the Jedi came out, even I thought that Fett went out stupidly, knocked into the sarlacc by a blind scoundrel a.k.a. favorite character number one.

But I never thought he was dead.

I always believed that his armor would protect him and somehow he’d escape the sarlacc.

And for 37 years I never waivered from that belief, even when so many people would try to convince me otherwise.

Then came The Mandalorian.

The show featured a character dressed like favorite character number two; indeed, he did everything that I always thought that character would be capable of doing, Baby Yoda aside.

This season, however, they took a turn toward rewarding my belief in that character, first by casting the last person to voice him in the revised Special Editions, and who played his Dad in Attack of the Clones, in a cameo in the first episode of the season that featured his iconic armor.

And then they revealed that that was indeed him, first by showing his goddamn awesome spaceship, Slave 1, and then showing him off as a badass warrior without the armor.

And then, he was back in the armor.

And they showed him to be that badass that I always knew him to be, even if just in Expanded Universe stories and my own imagination.

A couple of episodes later, at the end of the season, the biggest surprise of all came, a Christmas present to me as far as I’m concerned.

A separate series on favorite character number two.  I’m extremely excited about this.  Probably more than I was when the Solo movie was announced, or when The Mandalorian was announced.

Thank you, Jon Favreau.