Like Charlie Sheen in Platoon, I'm a dad who actually volunteered for this. Now I just shut up and take the pain. My wife is like a sexy Keith David, catching that last helicopter out to work every day, leaving me in the chopper dust of two warring mini-sergeants, Bub and the Priestess, fighting for possession of my soul. And that makes you grandma. Consider this blog my letters home to you. It really helps if you've seen the movie.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
I'm finding it easier and easier to relate to Luke Skywalker these days. These conversations with Bub, they just don't really go anywhere. Like that expositionally necessary scene in Empire when Luke is talking to R2 en route to see Yoda. 'That's right, R2, we're not going with the others.' You know the one. Welcome to my life. Only the beeps are replaced by equally nonsensical noises. 'That's right, Bub, we're not going with the others. No Bub, the Hopleaf does not have high chairs. No, Bub, I will not sneak you in under my coat. Yes, I know you do. Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. Okay, then. Stop talking, now, please.'
Hint: Read from the bottom up. It will make much more sense.
A short time ago, in an alternate galaxy not so far away...
side.' And so
over your dark
me when you're
reads a post-it: 'Call
reeking of cheap ouzo,
Now Luke, stubbly and
It was time to move on.
farm seemed dead as Darth.
dream of a Tatoine womp rat
quoting Full Metal Jacket. R2's
find him polishing his lightsaber,
up in the middle of the night and
unsatisfying, and R2 would wake
Jedi birthday trick gig was largely
skills, Luke became despondent. His
Yet with no friends, enemies or acting
in a while and pretend he spoke Droid.
to reciprocate was clean his sprockets once
his incessant whining, and all Luke had to do
always the one. He listened without prejudice to
his Jedi sneakers. And Luke realizes that R2 was
scoops him from the gutters and gets him back into
redemption comes to him clad in blue and silver. R2D2
strangers to freeze him in Carbonite. It is a new low. But
with a Jabba-sized hangover and cruises the Strip begging
and left for dead at Circus Circus. Next morning he wakes up
kissed her first" speech. He is promptly escorted out by Chewie
Luke makes his regrettably now-infamous "She's my sister and I
hyper-space itover to Vegas to get married. During the reception,
Fresh from Ewok deification and Death Star exploding, Han and Leia
Episode VII: The Odd Couple
Bonus excellent Star Wars-inspired movie quote, courtesy of Jay in Dogma:
"I feel like I'm Han Solo, and you're Chewie, and she's Ben Kenobi, and we're in that fucked up bar!"