Saturday, April 27, 2013

Hi Y'all...

 Bet you can't guess what I've been watching with the commentaries on?
The original, the one, the only...
Well, actually the digitally remastered ones with added stuff. I've already pretty well finished that up, but I'm debating on whether or not I want to watch the three Star Wars movies untouched or not, sans commentary this time. I do love Star Wars so much. I can't imagine any guy anywhere near my age not loving it.
There is one guy married to a chick I work with that tried to pretend he knew his shit.
Truth is, he didn't even actually know when Empire came out in the theater. I, however, remember the day we stood in line to get our tickets for the next weekend. It shaped my future self, along with a few other good ones we won't get into right now. But the day my mom took us to see Star Wars in '77 was a game changer. We also saw the re release, heck I've seen it every time it has come out on the big screen.
Of course Empire Strikes Back will forever be the greatest of them all. I do believe from the end of the '70's through the 80's were the best time to grow up so far, bar none.
Things weren't yet overcluttered with CG thingstuffs and digital video, things being shot with 3D not only in mind, but clouding every otherwise sound decision...
I also heard they are delaying further 3D versions of whats they gotses so far. Boo to that. It is because they are seriously focusing all they got on Episode 7.
I can live with that, but I need to see 4-6 superbaked and coming at me at some point.
And the new ones must be not so geared to the kiddies, please. Empire was the perfect blend of it all. I was watching Return of the Jedi last night, and the scene in Jabba's court with the dancing and singing was cringe worthy. Empire. though, does it right. Enough on that, though we all know I'll return soon enough to the scene of the so called...
So her Cindi and I are. I know, my eyes look sooooooooooo baggy. I also seem to scream out "chemo patient stoned out of his gourd", but I assure you: no chemo here.
Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, good sir.
Also, Dr. Evil be poking his peepers out from the betwixts of my hoodie's zipper, and my kid duck facing it for the camera...
Not much else going on, other than getting ready to veg out in front of the big screen. Things are much better today in the today of today. I feel very good, on the cusp of complete recovery of my mojo, my stamina, my get-up-and-go-go-juiciness.
I'm good. Looking way better than this picture, by the way. Anyhoo, I is donesies for the night.
I'm going to continue my inane chatter here on a more frequent basis, for no in particular I'm guessing...

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