500 days of Star Wars

Okay so the new t.v. is big... well bigger than the one we had anyways. I don't think I'd call it giant since I used to spend a lot of time with a family who like having 60+ inch televisions. But I like it a lot. We got it for free after we (Becca and I) dragged the super heavy thing across the street after our neighbours left it on their lawn. And of course, when we put it in the living room we also just had to rearrange every piece of furniture in there. At 1:30 in the morning.

The living room does look rather nicer though. Well except for the creation of the giant fucking mess that seems to come second nature to Becca and I. Everybody's good at something I guess.

Obviously when you get a new television you hafta celebrate. You hafta. It's in the rules. Look it up. We have watched so many movies...so...many...movies.... but it's not like we have anything better to do at the moment. So far it's mostly Star Wars, stuff with Star Wars references and superheros . I love living with geeks, I really do. Geeks that drink.

Oh yeah and we watched 500 days of summer. Before you judge me there might be the best Star Wars reference (and one of the best poems I've ever heard too) in the (possibly-not-so-bad-but-you'll-never-hear-me-admit-it) slightly amusing movie. And If I know anything it's (chick flicks) Star Wars.

And after watching 500 days of Summer and The Empire Strikes Back one after the other you can see some odd similarities. Darth Vader does pretty much whatever he wants. One might say he answers to the emperor Palpatine, but that's not what he tells Luke when he says they can overthrow his wrinkly white ass and rule the galaxy as father and son. Summer does pretty much whatever she wants and definitely doesn't even kinda answer to anybody.

Plus it shows that some men will do anything to impress a cute brunette. Han shows off hardcore for Leia but plays it all off like he flies into asteroid fields or rides off into a icy wasteland to save his friends all the time like it's nothing. Tom (reasonably) turns into a (confused but well meaning gentleman) little bitch trying to get Summer to like him the way he likes her.

Weird (well maybe not) how it turns out that Summer is more like Vader then Leia. And neither of them is a redhead! But that's a life lesson learned. If you understand Star Wars then you don't have to understand chicks. Because you already might.

Well possibly.

But probably not.

But whatever, it's not like women have cool force abilities and lightsabers and Aluminum Falcons and shit. Wait...do they? I don't even know anymore. I have my own cute brunette problems. After all, you spend the New Year the way you rang out the old one.

That's me. Cause when I get laid I feel like Han Solo too.