These days, according to Henry, only Scott can play Star Wars right, and I consider this to be an excellent development. This is payback for my years of conjugal loyalty despite my now searing hatred of George Lucas and all he has wrought. I have been known to exaggerate my cluelessness in order to encourage this line of thinking in Henry. I was told long ago that I didn't play Star Wars correctly because I talked about feelings, so now I'm sure to mention some character's emotion the moment my butt hits the carpet. "Let's play Darth Vader Is Sad Because No One Likes Him!" I suggest, and am abruptly exiled from the playroom, forced to read a book by myself or enjoy a hot bath while Scott gets to rebuild the Death Star.
Thursday, May 01, 2008