As everybody no doubt is aware, in an apparent homage to Sylvester the cat, today (May 4th) has been declared “Star Wars Day” – as in, “May the Fourth” be with you. I must confess, I don’t know if this is new or if this has been around for years – I was totally unaware of it until recently.<\/p>\n
But then I’m not really one of those big Star Wars kinda guys (which may come as a surprise to some). I was one of the 37 people alive in 1977 who didn’t actually see the first movie at the theatre, and I still find the aliens in the “Cantina” scene very fake and hokey looking.<\/p>\n
I did eventually see the movies, though, and overall I like them. The first ones, that is. I used to really enjoy playing my X-Wing vs. the Tie Fighter computer game, and recently came across the installation CD while pawing through shit in the basement. I also came across my Sidewinder joystick and was about to see if I could the game and stick to work on my PC before I realized it was a serial port joystick and I aint got no serial ports anymore (on a side note, if anybody needs a 25′ serial printer cable, let me know – I’ll give you a deal on it).<\/p>\n
Unlike movie one, I did see Episode One in the theatre and, well, let’s just say I’m not a big fan of the Jar-Jar, and I found little Darth to be kind of annoying. But the big race was pretty cool. <\/p>\n
Anyhow, you’d think that SWD would be on May 25th, since that’s the original release date of the first movie in 1977 (on a side note: Holy shit! That was 37 years ago!). In May of ’77, I was winding up my junior year of high school getting ready to take the German, Social Studies, and (I think) English Regents exams. And I guess whatever Math class I took as a junior. Oh, and Chemistry, too, I guess. Ah, those were the days.<\/p>\n
Junior year comes to mind this morning because we’re starting to see “prom pictures” show up on the local newspaper website (front page – bet you don’t see that in the NY Times). It reminds me of the one girl I asked to go, way back then. I am, by nature, a shy person, and as pathetic as I am now, I was 100 times worse back then. As I approached her, I distinctly remember my heart pounding so hard, I thought it was going to explode. Shame it didn’t.<\/p>\n
She, of course, said “no” (in retrospect, I can’t really blame her since I didn’t actually know her and I guess I wasn’t exactly what you’re call a “catch”). I’m pretty sure that was the last time I ever asked anybody to go out with me ever again. <\/p>\n
Saved me the cost renting a pastel powder blue tuxedo with matching ruffled shirt, I guess – let alone chipping in with all my friends (yes, all but me) on a limo or something.<\/p>\n
The truly ironic part is that I think I was on the Prom Committee (we went with a “Color My World” theme, as I recall).<\/p>\n
I don’t recall what I did instead that night, but odds are I hung by myself out in the woods someplace and got stoned.<\/p>\n
Ah, those were the days.<\/p>\n
Well, I see by the old clock on the wall(paper) that it’s time to get dressed and get ready to head to Tractor Supply. I need a Zerk fitting for my mower.<\/p>\n