Well, well, it's another fine Monday morning--which once again finds me huddled in my truck seat crying like a little child as every muscle rebels at the torture which the YMCA lovingly calls "exercise."
Yet this past weekend did hold an interesting set of SF related things. First is that I watched The Middleman series premier finally. That will be something that gets added to my DVR record list.
The second thing was that I was shown, the new Death Star Lego set. This thing is a major undertaking. At nearly 4,000 pieces this particular set will set me back nearly $400.
If I can convince my loving, beautiful, smart, pretty, intelligent, sexy, kind, generous, *grabs thesaurus* angelic, attractive, belle, blithe, bonny, charming, choice, cute, delicate, elegant, elite, exquisite, fair, fine, freely, gorgeous, graceful, handsome, lovely, poetic, pretty, radiant, ravishing, splendid, stunning wife that I desperately need this new Lego set.
I mean, how can one NOT need it? It's 4,000 pieces of Lego AND Star Wars goodness in a fully armed and operational Battle Station format.
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It's just.... odd. And kind of ugly too.
But he looks like a girl. So, I'm thinking, why does it bother me so much?
And that's when I realized why.
The reason is, that it's not Luke.
That's Prince Valium.
The one from Space Balls.
At that point, all was right with my world.