Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
I think New Year's Resolutions are silly. If you're ready to make a change or some attempt to make yourself better, why limit yourself to doing so only once a year? Besides, years are long, and if people waited to change that long, nothing would get done. So, no, I don't have a New Year's Resolution because I don't need a specific time to make any changes to myself that I want to make.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
This review/opinion post hinges on the belief that you've played the game before, and if not, beware because spoilers can sneak up on you without warning.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Not a creature was stirring, not even a sarlaac;
The stockings were hung by his racer with care,
In hopes that a Jedi soon would be there;
Young Ani was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of distant worlds dance in his head.
Shmi in her 'kerchief and Ani in his cap
Had just settled their minds for a Tatooine nap
When way in the outskirts there arose such a clatter,
Ani sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away from his room, he ran like a starship,
Tore off to the doorway and tried not to trip,
When what to his wondering eyes should be seen,
But a ship with Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, a young queen,
A pilot named Ric, and a Gungan, Jar Jar;
He knew in a moment they’d be landing not far.
One deal with Watto, and his trusty chance cube,
Let Anakin go with the queen of Naboo.
He left his dear mother and went with Qui-Gon
To reach far off planets and what lay beyond.
When the shiplifted off he called into the sky,
“Merry Christmas to all, from a soon-to-be Jedi!”
(‘Twas the night before Christmas: A Visit from St. Boba Fett)
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the stars
Things were all right, except for some wars;
The stockings were hung in my smuggling freighter,
In hopes that St. Bobafett would stop by here later;
The clients were nestled all snug in my ship
(They promised 17 thou for an Alderaan trip);
My first mate in fur and I in my vest
Napped, eager for the pay from our guests.
When out on the hull there arose such a buzz,
I checked the ship’s sensors to see what the deal was.
I picked up visual scanning and looked into space,
Pressing against the canopy the nose on my face.
The stars in the distance lightened the Falcon in motion,
Making things brighter than a TIE fighter explosion,
When, what to my wondering eyes looked upon,
But an elephant-looking ship, and eight tiny taun-tauns,
With a masked, armored pilot, if I were to bet,
I would in a flash have said it was Fett.
More rapid than speeders, his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Now, Johnny! now, Ralphie! now Benny, and Gary!
On Irvin! on Frankie! on Richie, and Larry!
To the top of the Falcon! to the ship’s quadrant rear!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away near!”
As mynocks onto your ship they will hug,
Whenever you’re in the intestines of a giant space slug,
So on to the Falcon the tauntauns they flew,
With a cargo hold of toys, and St. Bobafett too.
And then, on the hull, I heard the beasts walk about
(They smell worse on the inside than they do on the out).
As I left the cockpit and snuck through the lounge,
In the exhaust port St. Bobafett came with a bound.
Accentuating his armor were a red velvet cloak,
a hat, and two gloves (all were blackened by smoke);
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
Careful not to set off his touchy jet pack.
His mask — it was weathered! His cape was all torn!
His boots had small holes, his pants were all worn!
While his bounty hunting skills left much to be desired,
One who gives gifts and good cheer must be admired.
He downed the blue milk and wolfed all the cookies
That were set there for him by me and the Wookiee,
He sure loved dessert, since he sported a gut
That shook when he mumbled, like a certain vile Hutt.
He clumsily sneaked, without right jolly old guile,
So I let loose a sheepish grin, in true Harrison style;
His glance towards me, his salute as I peeked,
Soon gave me to know ’twas not bounty he seeked;
He murmered a bit, that guy so laconic,
While filling the stockings with gadgets ‘lectronic.
Then laying his finger aside his trademark mask “T”,
And giving a nod, out the exhaust port he fleed;
Towards the stars he then flew, only without his starship;
His jet pack had fired ’cause the Unlucky One had tripped!
I heard him cry out — though effeminately like Ma –
“HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD– AAAAAAAHHH!!!.”
I've collected these over the years and I don't remember where I've found them or who wrote them, so if you wrote these I'd like to thank you for being awesome.
I hope everyone has a very good holiday season!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Under the guise of looking at career goals and options for myself, I came across this site with some job openings that I would sign up for in a heartbeat.
Or if I really don't want to switch back to biochem and I want to stay with a criminal justice major, I could apply for this job:
I'll just keep pretending that I'm actually aiming to apply for one or both of these jobs and hopefully it'll keep me motivated to finish the last of these damn papers.
For more fictional jobs, check out the original link at collegehumor.com
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Did I mention I already had tickets? This is killing me. I want to be getting ready to go to the city. I want to see Clone Wars on the big screen. I want to know about Darth Maul's brother since I learned about him back at Celebration V. I don't want to go to class.
I want to be with my fellow enthusiastic Star Wars fans. I want to walk around with a lightsaber and not feel weird for doing so. I hate having to sit in class pretending I'm actually learning something.
I wish I didn't have such good restraint as to skip another of these classes so that I could go have fun.
However, I do hope that anyone who was able to go has a great time!