No Need For The Obvious.

You know you've never left the thrall that is Lucas when obtaining tickets for the midnight showing of Episode 3 that you let out a mighty 'Boo-yah' when passing the line of senior citizens and various other motley waiting to purchase their tickets for the day.

Dang. And here I thought I weened myself off of that particular fandom.

Its that General Grevious... with that yellow eyed baleful gaze starin at me when I'm at work, darn bag of organs in a very nice looking cyborg. GRAH! This wasn't supposed to happen ya know. I'm going to like em, and he's going to die horribly and than I'll like the bugger even more - and this is why I joined that darn Darth Maul Estrogen Brigade long ago, this is why I convinced myself recently that Jango Fett was indeed okay in my book since he aspired to make a better bounty hunter with Boba Fett... before he got his head lopped off.

But I wasn't supposed to go back! I'm not! Lucas pissed me off enough! I will not go back like some devoted crack fiend looking for her fix!

But I've already got my tickets...

Eh, the hell with it - hit me up! I'm not going to be too happy about it, but how're you going to say no to a face like that?