OT, PT, SE, EU, SWG, TCW... If It's a Star Wars Acronym, I Want More!

I can't get enough Star Wars. Maybe it's a disease, but if it is I want to die from it.

OT, PT, SE, EU, SWG, TCW... if it's a Star Wars acronym, I want more.

I watch my DVDs. I watch videos on YouTube. I read Fan Fic. I play Star Wars Galaxies. I faithfully DVR The Clone Wars and save the episodes forever.

I sew Jedi costumes and belong to the Rebel Legion. I went to C-IV.

I have some Obi-Wan toys and collectibles, and a gigantic Lego Luke Skywalker.

I read the novels, and even some of the kids' books. (Jude Watson's series are great).

No, I don't like everything out there, especially in the EU. I don't like the Clone Wars novels, and I hated "Darksaber." I skimmed through most of the New Jedi Order just so I'd know where the storyline went, but though it was too long and drawn out for my taste.

But I have to confess; it hasn't been non-stop since 1977. There were the Dark Times in the late 80s and early 90s when there was a noticeable lack of Star Wars. I wondered if my beloved saga was dying a natural death.

But the books started appearing. And rumors of the PT started. I started to notice toys again.

Then the Special Editions came out! Woo-hoo, Star Wars was back! After 12 years of watching on video tape, I saw the movies they way they were meant to be seen... on a big screen with THX sound and a large popcorn...

I was hooked all over again. And by the time ROTS came out on 2005, I was an addict all over again.

So if this is a disorder, I want more! Don't try to cure me, I'll happily live this way, except for one thing: I can't get enough Star Wars!

The Odds of Surviving Thirty Years are 3720 to 1!

It's a celebration of a lot of fans' favorite Star Wars episode, The Empire Strikes Back.

I remember it very well, as I saw it at least a dozen times in the theater. That was a lot of popcorn ago, but I have a little tribute here from one of the more important characters in the saga:


He awoke that morning, as he did every morning, in his gray, formfitting sleepcouch that matched the gray carpeting and wallpaper in his room. It was 0500 Bespin time, time for nutrients and a sonic shower.

Sometimes he missed taking water showers, but he couldn't risk shorting out his cybernetic implants. Ha, he thought, where would Baron Administrator Calrissian be without him and his implants?

The only thing that bothered him about his job, really, when it came right down to the nuts and bolts... the only thing that bothered him, besides the nuts and bolts, was his puffy yellow sleeves.

Blast it; he was just like that Vader fellow, half-man, half-machine. He should have a snazzy black leather outfit, too. He'd told Calrissian that disco was dead on twelve systems, but new uniforms just weren't in the budget.

And the day that Lord Vader arrived on Cloud City, everyone should have seen Lando shaking in his shoes, making deals right and left to save his own ass.

And who saved all their butts in the end? Who called out the troops and rescued the Princess and the Wookiee? He, Lobot, had. Ha, Calrissian had been lucky that Wook hadn't strangled him!

He sighed, remembering that day. His moment in the sun. And he'd spent it standing in front of Imperial Stormtroopers wearing puffy yellow sleeves.

When it came down to the nuts and bolts, that's what truly bothered him.




A few of my friends have written their own little wishes, and they're only a click away...

Happy Birthday ESB from the Official PLB Fan Fiction Club!

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