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Last night I kept talking about Star Wars because I’m still trying to figure it all out and I remembered there was something I wanted to look at in one of my Star Wars books with the annotated screenplays. It answered my question but I also found a bunch of information that I wasn’t looking for and I decided I’d better read this entire book again. So I say to Bob “Star Wars is a full-time job.” And Bob replies, “Yeah and so is the Dead and Cheese.”

Also last night I was looking for a CD and I started pawing through my CD collection which is unfortunately still displayed in a very college dorm type set up of several boxes side by side in this entertainment cabinet thing that looks nice but is not designed to be especially useful. (I have decided that before my 40th bday I will come up with a more elegant solution.) Anyway, as I start to look I see some goofy Bob book and I’m like, “why is there a book in my area?” and then I see the Sopranos season one box set also crammed down there and then I realize all the boxes are out of order (I put my CDs in general, not militant, alphabetical order but also group by artist so Paul Westerberg solo CDs are grouped together with Replacements in the “R” area; Bob Mould solo CDs are grouped together with a Hüsker Dü under “S” for Sugar {not a completely logical choice to anyone but me.} You get the idea …)

Another part of my “system” is when I take discs out to put in the car I leave the jewel boxes piled in a stack and I notice that the stack has been crammed in with the rest of the CDs.

“REM doesn’t go by Def Leppard,” I said.

Meanwhile, Bob is laughing.

When Debbie cleaned last time I guess she got super organized in a manner which is in conflict with my super organization leading to the above amusing scene.

Last story of today. When we were in Orleans, Fred was talking about living in Corvallis and wondering if this was going to be a good place to meet a future wife and mother of his children and Joey and Curt started in with “whoa, what do you want to do that for?” meaning why would you want to get married when you’re young and can have a good time. I pointed out that Bob liked being married and Joey said, “Bob has it fat. I’d marry a girl too if she let me have my own room.”

I just returned from viewing #2 of Attack of the Clones and I’m happy to report that I *LOVED* it the second time. Schedule permitting I will see it as much as possible as long as it remains on big screen. I won’t do any spoilers except one microscopic one. I’m sure this wasn’t intended, but did anyone else ever do CPR where the CPR dummy [is that considered un-PC? you can never be sure these days] was called Annie and you were supposed to run up to the unconscious victim and rub your knuckles on her sternum and say “Annie! Annie! Are you all right?” Well during the “meadow romp” scene of ATOC Ani falls off some bovine-ish Naboo beast and Padme runs to him and says: “Ani! Ani! Are you all right?” I thought it was hilarious.

I have started out what is going to be a very relaxed yet wildly productive day by catching up on email which has been collecting since I returned from Orleans. In my email was an update announcement and I offer for your great amusement The Mike Und Pat Reader. Next I need to tidy up the kitchen and check on the progress of the outside freezer I’m defrosting. Then I’m off to run a couple of errands and see Attack of the Clones again so I can give a better review.

I just back from Orleans yesterday and I’m still trying to get my act together. It’s that post-out of town frazzle/ ungrounded feeling. I don’t think there’s a cure except getting back into the routine.

I bought my ticket for the Thursday 10 am show the weekend before and Wednesday night I had this dream that I woke up and it was 11 am. I was SO BUMMED. I was walking around going, “I can’t believe I missed the movie.” I was trying to figure out if I should just take the whole day off and see an afternoon show or maybe go to an evening show. I was relieved when I woke up even though it was like, 4 am and a wee bit too early to get up.

Here are some Star Wars cartoons. Some of them are funny.

I got to the theater a little less than an hour early and there was a line but nothing crazy. The guy in front of me had already seen the midnight show. I thought about it but that’s way past my bed time and I can’t sit in the dark in the middle of the night and not think about sleeping — even for Star Wars. Inside, the theater was full but not packed. For the most part, everyone looked like completely normal people, about my age, and a few brought kids. The guy sitting next to me did have his light saber and I wished I’d brought mine.

I was going to do a review with spoilers but I changed my mind. I have avoided everything — I saw a couple of trailers but that’s it. I didn’t read anything or watch anything discussing the movie and I’m glad because there are some cool surprises and afterwards when I read the reviews they talk about a lot of that stuff.

From a fan perspective I loved it or even LOVED it but I didn’t *LOVE* it. The Star Wars geeks online say it gets better when you’ve seen it a few times and I plan to test this theory. I did *LOVE* the entire last half battle scenes and left the movie pretty amped.

I thought about seeing the movie again today but I have a soccer game (US v. Holland) starting in a little while and have 2 hours of XFiles tonight so my watching day is completely filled up. But soon, very soon.

I keep getting these direct mail things about my domain registration and I am completely clueless as to how I should proceed. I wanted to send a query to my webhosting but they’ve managed to create a system for support so as to completely discourage anyone asking any questions. I had to register for the support desk (another username and password, yay!) then check the knowledge base to see if my questions could be answered that way (my search pulled up completely unintelligible items) and then I was supposed to fill out another online form with a full blown bio — all this to ask a stupid question about my domain. I’ll do something about it later.