A RECON REPORT

It's like Endor, only it isn't a moon. It's not even an entire planet, just a tiny part of the third planet in this system. It's forested, ferned and the sky is blue.

The inhabitants are short, but they are not Ewoks. They do have ducks, and other furred creatures. Frighteningly, they even have ones with hooves, but they seem quite friendly, at least with each other.

Amazingly enough, the natives can defy gravity! They seem to love the water. I was told that at certain times of the planet's rotational period, the water is a solid and piles up on the ground! I was much happier to see it as a liquid, running in its natural channels.

They do seem to care about their love lives, but the strange weather patterns that occur in midsummer create some strange rituals. Other rites seem to involve singing, and going away to rustic places.

It was an educational mission for this Jedi.

TRANSLATION: I went to Montana to see my grandsons.... LOL

There's Always Something... or Someone...

UPDATE: This blog appeared on starwars.com for two weeks, gathering several great comments, before it was blocked by asshole kissing Dark Moose.... if he really wants to read a blog that's about him, he should scroll down one blog.....




The whining child on the playground, the cool kid who rats out the nerd for cutting class, the religious right, the activist, the researcher, the government agency, the Harper Valley PTA... but wait, I digress...Well, I do have point.

There's always someone around who can't stand to see anyone having too much fun. Is it malice? Is it jealousy? Is it just plain old-fashioned grumpiness?

Or is it the deep-rooted psychological need to belong. The "If I can't play then no one can?"

In our little world we have it. It's the person who calls you a "geek" for wearing a Star Wars t-shirt.

Or the person who drives by the theatre while you're standing in line to see The Empire Strikes Back and yells out the window, "Darth Vader is Luke Skywalker's father!"

It's the lady in the fabric store that laughs out loud when you say you're sewing a Princess Leia costume or a Jedi cloak.

And it's the librarian who looks down her nose when you complain there's not very many Star Wars books in the collection.

Or it's the person who doesn't like what you're reading or writing.

Star Wars is meant to be fun. And people who can't stand to watch others have fun should just loosen up and enjoy the moment. It may not come around again.

Or else, go have themselves memorialized in some fashion, since they feel they are so superior to the rest of us. Perhaps a statue, or a nice commemorative portrait or a clock. I wouldn't buy it, but HEY! You never know...

And that be all....

PS: Candace is the big sister on Phineas and Ferb, whose mission in life is to bust her brothers for whatever fun they're having in the back yard...

SCREW YOU DARK MOOSE!

Yes, it was a contest. Actually, it was a Blog Challenge. The blogs have been looking pretty pathetic lately, so some of us decided to have a blog writing challenge called "The Word of Star Wars."

The short version is, each entrant had to write a blog using a particular Star Wars word in every sentence. In order to bring attention to these wonderful blogs, we decided to call the all "The Word of Star Wars."

"So what happened?" That ass sucking moderator Dark Moose yanked them all down as being "spam". Now you tell me how different blogs, written by different people, can be spam? According to asshole Moose, the use of identical titles is Spam. BULLSHIT!

This is DM on a personal vendetta again. He says it's "confusing." Well, it was confusing with all different titles, no one "got it" about the word being repeated. He says is "spamming" the front page. Is this the same page that hasn't been updated in a over a month? That still contains a Memorial Day blog among the Top Three when it's almost Independence Day? More BULLSHIT! Or should I say Moose Shit?

It's too confusing for permalinks. What a crock of Moose Shit. The permalink is assigned by the server, and the server is smart enough to know the difference between one writer and another.

Moose, you SUCK, you suck huge big green ones. You can't stand us because we're smarter than you, we're better bloggers than you, people like us better than you.

I HOPE YOU DIE! And rot in Moose Hell.

The Blogs are starwars.com are dead. Long live Moose, and turn out the lights before you leave. Friggin asshole!

Wait, Granny, tell what you really think! I think that perhaps my third year of Hyperspace was one year too many. I think it could possibly be in the top ten list of the worst things I spent $14.95 for. I think Moose is an overgrown adolescent who's never been laid. And.... I think he needs his Ions Blasted in the worst possible way.

And now I feel better, even though the challenge was ruined! Screw you Moose....and I don't mean that in the way of the ultimate human pleasure...