Welp, I haven't posted for a while. In fact, I've only posted once, and that was before my last birthday...I think. Anyway, I'm doing fine in case you were wondering. I know you would like to hear something personal, such as who my wife is or how many dogs I have, but right now I don't know you that well. I don't know what you'll do with that information. You might sell it to the National Inquirer for all I know. The last thing I need is to see my face on all the tabloids while I'm buying my groceries. I can't help but imagine how my wife would feel if she saw "Super Cool Guy Marries Sorta' Cool Wife." Anyway, that would be terrible. I think you understand what's at stake here. But what I will tell you is that in high school, I was a Star Wars fan. Big time. In other words, I only socialized with other Star Wars fans and was at constant battle with the Trekkies. What's sort of funny is that to this day, I only own the Empire Strikes Back, which my dad recorded off TV forever ago. It's all fuzzy with terrible tracking. And it doesn't have any of the special extras from the Special Edition. However, I do own Episodes 1 and 2. How ironic. The worst 2 of the 5.

My obsession ended a few years after it started. I finally discovered that Star Wars may be cool, but it's not life, and Star Trek may be stupid, but it's not worth the fight. I can't let it spoil my day. On a side note, I knew someone who watched a Star Wars movie a day. However, this wasn't merely entertainment. No, sir. This was work. He was memorizing the entire script. I'd name a scene and he'd quote every word. He was exact as calculus and precise as measuring tape. This man could blow away George Lucas himself in a contest. His glory would be blinding. But that contest never came and his glory was forever contained. What a pity. Anyway, gotta go! See ya!