When I was growing up I had two Star Wars action figures: R2-D2 and a stormtrooper. That’s it. Personally, I find it hard to believe that that was it, but I’m pretty sure it was. Boys of my generation and particular mental bent spent a considerable amount of time thinking of Star Wars and how everything fit together. Thus it was with considerable interest and later considerable disappointment that I saw the last (first) three star wars films. It bothered me a bit that they didn’t make sense.
A few months ago I stumbled upon this little essay that links the two sets of movies together in a rather clever manner. It made me not hate the second (first) movies 3% less. Warning, it’s super geeky.
Heart Update:
I talked to a nurse at my cardiologist’s office (I thought it might be a few decades before I had to day that) and she talked to a nurse practitioner who reviewed my file (I’m resigned to the fact that it is only on TV that regular people get to talk to doctors) and said that it would be fine to go back to work on Monday, but I shouldn’t do anything to raise my heart-rate (only moderate walking and no more than 5 parenthetical comments per post). This is good news, because it is a pain in the butt to make a DVD of/for a lesson. It would be fun to do if I had a staff or, say, a week for each lesson. As it is, it takes about 5 hours to put a 20 minute lesson together. And they are not necessarily very good. They are certainly not the type of work that I would give a student in my Video Editing class an “A” for. But they are pretty good for 5 hours of work.
In other News:
I went with Lauren today to Omaha. She needed to pickup a few homeless ukuleles for unsuspecting teachers to use at her conference presentation on Saturday, and she said I could sit around in the car just as well as I could sit around on the couch. It was an uneventful trip except that I found out that my favorite sandwich from Subway is the highest in sodium that they sell.
Criminy! That’s a long essay. I’ll print it out and read it during our In-Service meetings today. I mean, I’ll read it when we’re not doing something useful or interesting. I mean…
I’ll read it later.
Oh, and before I forget to say it (which wouldn’t be surprising for me) I thought your comment about parenthetical comments was funny. (Not that some of the other stuff wasn’t). My big typing habit (at least in regard to comments, posts, emails and the like) is ellipses at the end of sentences…
I am both a parenthetical writer (I think it let’s people into my mind, explains what I’m really thinking, or why I’m really writing something) and a chronic user of ellipses…are we related or sometihng?
Me too … but I like to use spaces; just to make sure they’re seen. Whatever . . .
“Little essay” page is blocked here at work. Geez, what’s the essay really about? Heart rate Lloyd … heart rate.
In regards to Star Wars, the first of the last(first of the first)made sense I think. I didn’t see the 5th or 6th (2nd & 3rd) though. Maybe I’ll watch them again in no specific order.
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I know it’s dreadful to talk about having such a specialized doctor. We’ve learned to embrace Arron’s specialists. He has both a neurologist and a neurosurgeon (just in case they need to dig in his melon someday). You better believe when it’s close to an appointment I’m throwing that around at work – “You need that by Monday? I can’t. Arron has an appointment with his NEUROLOGIST.” “No, I won’t be in on Tuesday. We’re going to Chicago to see Arron’s NEUROSURGEON.” It gets me out of so much. 😀
I am an ellipses abuser.
Arron has Star Wars figures also. I think he wants Anna to play with them someday.
I almost let some people at a meeting have it yesterday. I scrambled to get there at 3:30, and when I showed up they said, “It was moved to 4:00.” As I fought back tears of frustration I almost said, “I had to leave my husband with HEART FAILURE for this.” I shoulda.
Tell Arron I’m praying for you guys!
You really should have! Arron has a cavernous angioma – something that you never know you have until it bleeds. Some bleed repeatly and have to be removed (hence Arron’s neurosurgeon), others only bleed once and never bleed again. When some people seem callus towards it, I ask if they remember the Olympic sprinter Florence Griffith Joyner – FloJo. Most do. Then I tell them that she died at the age of 38 of the same thing (google her name and cavernous angioma and you’ll find all sorts of articles). That usually shuts them up for a while. You’re lucky (if you can really say lucky) in that “heart failure” is something more easily recognized.
You guys are in our prayers too! Ain’t it a bitch getting old? And we’re really not even close to being there yet!
Oh, can I say bitch and talk about praying in the same paragraph? Oops. I just did it again…
Yes. I think that was the proper usage!