Duke Bushido

That's not the half of it. The worst is that they begged for (and, in a limited way, have gotten via the owners of the reddit forums and other sources) "protection" from these people who are doing-- and folks, it is _vitally important to understand this; I implore you that if you don't, please read up on it a bit (not memes or facebook) before picking a side; I am begging-- protection from people who are doing EXACTLY WHAT THE HEDGEFUNDS ARE DOING TO OTHER PEOPLE. Apparently, it's only wrong to manipulate the stock market when you are poor. That's the "crime" that has taken place here. These hegdefund people will then appeal to Congress (you know: where those six people who received NO PUNISHMENT FOR INSIDER TRADING work), then go the Fed because "hey, we completely mismanaged the last billions you gave us; pony up some more." In all likelihood, with the precedent of bail-outs now well-established from both ruling parties, they'll get it. Remember that these are the people who remain unpunished for the tactics that created the depression in the early 2000s, nearly bankrupted Puerto Rico, and I am afraid I can't remember the other small country that suffered a decade or so before that because I'm getting old--- using the exact same tactics that these folks on RobinHood used-- perfectly legal tactics to bleed the poor; heinous and potentially terroristic when done by working class Joes. It's sickening.

I don't think I ever realized that 40 feet tall and 400 feet tall were so similar....

Some months (a year now?) ago I announced intentions to re-write Robot Warriors. I don't know if it will ever see the light of day (or even get done, now that Chris has published his conversion rules), or even get finished, time-wise. Even if it does, will it make it any further than my G-drive? I doubt it. I have no software to format such a document; I can't do anything about layout or art injection; the computer I am on can't be updated any further (long story), and other things. Mostly, though: time. I have an _outline_, after all these months. An outline! Though it is my intention that "the system" be as hidden as it originally was, and the result be one thin book. Sure: I know Mechs fall in and out of fashion, and are currently on the "out" cycle, and that this particular game is a poor choice to attract interest in the larger system, but hey: I'm not getting paid, so I am going to do something I want to see.

Thanks, and yes: Undercover Brother was both overtly hilarious _and_ a glorious skewer to racism via blatant ridicule of racist stereotypes. While it wasn't well-regarded as deeply humorous, I feel that it has been greatly under-appreciated as a social commentary. As far as the white people / mayonnaise joke goes: I can't say he was the first, but I know it goes back to the mid-eighties when a young George Lopez was still doing the "white people be like / Mexican people be like" drivel that all-too-often passed as "observational comedy." (You know: because promoting racist stereotypes is something we should stand up and applaud 😕 ). He followed it up with "you see them at Taco Bell yelling 'Oh my God! It's so spicy! Is that _real_ tomato?!'" At any rate, you can probably find it in reruns of his television show (which featured an older, more experienced George Lopez, and was actually quite funny, being based more on family observational humor, though eventually he did recycle his entire original act through it). For me, it's black licorice. It used to be my absolute favorite, but I tried sneaking a piece while I was actually very sick (bad flu, high fever, six years old). When it comes back up, it's the _only_ thing you can taste Ugh. Then the dry heaves, with nothing but the agony of a digestive system determined to push its entirety out through your mouth or kill you in the attempts-- and nothing coming up but licorice-flavored fumes..... I was six. Today, I am sixty. I _still_ can't touch the stuff. Even just the smell of anise seed will set my guts to lurching. Some memories are vivid _forever_. Why none of those memories involve sex is completely beyond me. In the words of my wife: Pour that ** back in the horse! Outside of American (real, not imitation) cheese, I feel that way about every single cheese I have ever had forced upon me-- even the mildest of cheddar and the zestiest of nacho. Knowing where cheese cultures originally came from doesn't really help me shake that, either. yuck. Thank you. Honestly, I think if we could get the media to use that instead of "white supremacists," we might make them take a better look at themselves. I mean "Supremacy because of Whiteness" does little more than reinforce their beliefs, and I think it well-past time to stop doing that! Just out of curiosity (and I harangue my wife about this, because that's how she prepares them (I do not prepare them: I think buying food that I _know_ we aren't going to willingly eat is counter-productive), is there enough grease, bacon, cream cheese, and other seasonings to completely kill the taste of the sprouts? If so, it's a pretty good bet that they don't like them, either: it's the seasoned bacon they're enjoying. Thank you. I confess: that's not even inspired. They taste exactly like that "I threw up a little bit in the back of my throat" tastes like. Bleargh! I prefer my son's description of them, but I don't want to encourage it: "Yep; I was right (while spitting them out). Those are _definitely_ Grinch testicles!"

Well I reckon I will just be stayin indoors,for the next,couple decades, then....

It didn't, and I didnt take it that way: no offense taken or imagined. I simply thought that I needed to clarify my information more than I had. Ah. Sorry, my friend. I'm not a senior anything around here: I'm just very opinionated. seriously though: we all are. The reason you didn't get a lot of reaction on that front is that weve been rehashing it for years, and the general consensus is "go write it." No; I am not being short, and apologize if it sounds that way. The fact is that there is, for all practical production terms, no company left. It exists on paper, but the money is gone. Jason's "Hall of Heroes" or whatever it is called is one of those last few gasps that may or may not breathe life back into the company. Personally, I hope it does. More importantly, though, it allows folks the chance to strut their stuff and for HERO to have things published under the brand. Increased authorship; reduced vetting. Anyone can write whatever it is that they think HERO needs, or whatever they just want HERO to have. I am not being an ass when I say this: we have already come to the conclusion, after years of this, that this program means the answer is always going to be "write it." What's stopping you? Dont get me wrong: I am sure something is wong, but I promise you I didn't just issue a challenge. I know something is because I know what's stopping me; I know what's stopping Brian; I know what's stopping a few others. (I promise its not a lack of "want to.") They are the same sort of thing that's stopping Jason. It may be the same things stopping Steve; I don't know. I have paranoid conspiracy theories about what's stopping Darren, and I suspect we all know what's stopping the guns-for-hire set as well. I don't one-hundred percent know any of this, but I have reasonable theories. And I am willing to bet there is something stopping you, too. We are grown adults with enough responsibilites to make even playing in a game difficult, and to make writing one even more problematic. And that's it. That's why we don't bandy it around anymore: we know the solution, and only a precious one or two guys are in any position to do something about it. It is the solution, though: write it.

I should probably add "Cheese" to my list. unpopularly, I like American cheese. No; I do not like "cheese product" or "cheese food," but actual _cheese_ type American cheese. I know: everyone shouts it down as nasty, horrible stuff, which makes me wonder about two things: 1) have they tried that actual _cheese_, as opposed to the various (and nasty) "cheese product" and "cheese food" cheese substitutes, and 2) why are there so many grocery stores that stock no other kind _except_ American? Obviously because _I_ am the only person who eats it, and they are all waiting for me to trade with them. As a general rule, however-- no cheese. And Matt the Bruins: that might be why my interest in pizza declines a little bit on each birthday: I find I have less and less interest in both sausage and pepperoni as time goes by...

Affordable housing. Seriously, though: This is one among many of the reasons I think the official "it's all one continuity" stance is a huge mistake.

I must not have been clear enough; my apologies: We were "playing" within a few minutes of the second session (the first having been entirely character generation and having fun with that. Granted, fun slows down progression, but I'd prefer to keep it fun so that they look forward to the next session). My statement, if it wasn't clear, was that by the third session, they were as versed as any other player, and required clarifications or questions only for those things which had not come up yet (flight v flight in a push-back contest, for example. Hell, I don't even think that's in the book: I made a call and we ran with it.) My apologies for the lack of clarity.

I don't think I've ever seen a Kong that big or a 'Zilla that short.

With you on yogurt: do not like! Well folks, as you know, I've got nothing but time for the next few days. Someone in this thread made a specific comment about being caucasian and not liking mayo. However, I found your comment before that one, Bolo, so I grabbed it for introductory purposes: This whole white people / mayo thing is a complete myth. My youngest two brothers both worked in sandwich shops-- one of them while going to college-- and one of my best friends has owned a sub shop for nearly thirty years. All of them agree that caucasians tend to order "just a little mayo" and most will specifically request "no mayo." Some comedian got on stage and made a joke, and Boom! A completely unsupportable myth was born. What all three of these people have told me, though-- and this one is harder to explain, because it involves a term that can be _erroneously_ taken as racist. Please keep an open mind until you get through the definitions: "white culture" doesn't mean white people specifically. How many times have we heard people of color making jokes or insults about other people of color "acting like he is white?" Whether we want to acknowledge it or not, there is an unpleasant differentiation in the US. We have also heard extreme insults from people referring to whites who are acting "non white." First: Hell yes; these terms and definitions are based on racial discrimination. Second: the two subsets of American culture are _real_. Third, fourth, and fifth (there's only one, but repeat it three times, okay?) : THE FACT THAT THERE ARE POC "ACTING WHITE" AND THAT THERE ARE CAUCASIANS "ACTING NON-WHITE" IS DAMNED STRONG EVIDENCE THAT THESE SUBCULTURES ARE _NOT_ RACIALLY BASED, YOU RACISTS DOUCHE WAFFLES! Okay, now you can decide if think I'm a racist. Honestly, while it _does_ matter to me, I have way more immediate things to worry about right now that someone labeling me incorrectly. I prefer "culture of Pop culture, thuggishness, and the glorification of ignorance an violence" as one group, and "culture of repressed emotions, interest in politics, and obsession with status quo and subdued existence" as the other. Those who believe (erroneously) that these two cultures are race-based seem to think that group one applies more to people of color and group two applies more to us crackers. Now to put that up against reality: I got new neighbors about two years ago. They are not caucasian. They are also so quite and so clean that I haven't seen them since the house warming party (turns out that one of the in-laws was an old nursing instructor of mine twenty-odd years ago), and I am ashamed of how my yard looks compared to their absolutely pristine yard. Reality? I'm the dirtbag in this scenario. so anyway-- let's have G1 (obnoxious, look-at-me types) and G2 ( quite, retirement-focused, generally professionally-employed) I told you all that to tell you all this: According to both Bill and my brothers, caucasians -- and pretty much everyone else-- in G1 will _always_ ask for mayo (or tartar sauce), and usually _extra_ mayo (and always extra tartar sauce). Almost everyone in G2, caucasian or not, will decline or request very small amounts of mayo (or tartar sauce). I found _that_ to be far more interesting than any potential racial relationship between mayo / people. The idea that mayo (or tartar sauce) may be a secret measurement for just how big an a-hole you are socially is fascinating. Though really, it's just a hypothesis based on information I happen to have learned, and absolutely no testing has been done (beyond when I stand in line at the sandwich shop and try yo guess who is going to decline mayo (or tartar sauce if I'm at the fish place). I have to confess, it's eerie how often you can get it right with this information-- but I also acknowledge that this could be _entirely_ a regional phenomenon. and G1 also tends to make three trips at the buffet, load up on nothing but meat, and wonder why the place when bust two years later. There is a _huge_ "I'm going to GET _my_ money's worth!" in G1, and little regard for what it is they are actually getting, so long as it's "more than someone else got." For what it's worth, I want just enough-- just a tiny amount, like a thin, thin, _thin_ layer-- of mayo: just enough to keep my salivary glands from drying out and hardening when I get a mouthful of wheat bread. I don't want to _taste_ it; I just don't want to choke on every bite. Now all that said I couldn't find it. I wanted to find it. I _tried_ to find it. But I couldn't find it. At any rate, I saw a meme some time ago that summed it up: It would be a MIRACLE if I didn't WHIP your *ass for putting this on my food. And I agree. That's straight up sugar (if they haven't replaced it with corn syrup by now), and all I can taste. Nasty stuff. Mother in law loves it, though. Ditto I have a very narrow margin of what is acceptable fish. None of it can be found in a microwave, however. Brussels' Sprouts don't even belong in this thread, since the title says "but everyone else seems to love." I know -- well, to be honest: of all the people I _do_ know, I know _one person_ who likes them, and even she has wrap them with cheese and bacon and garlic / onion before she can eat them. unfortunately, I am married to her (we had two kids, both of whom are normal, and we conspire to sneak each other's Brussels' Sprouts into the trash can when she's not looking). Now I would like to support me "but no one actually likes these" with a story my father-in-law enjoyed repeating. He was a pilot in WW2, and was stationed in France. They had a makeshift landing strip, and it was next to a dozens-of-acres field of Brussels' Sprouts. The men would complain mightily about both the amount of these things that made their way into the menu, and the relating increase in the number of times new latrines had to be dug. Four different times, their air strip was bombed (while he was stationed there). The fourth time, the air strip, the planes, and even the tents were missed completely, but the sprout field was obliterated. There wasn't a man stationed there who didn't cheer himself hoarse. Even a month or so later, when there was a real shortage of food, and meals were rarely enough to make you feel like you had eaten, the men _still_ talked about how grateful they were to not having to eat Brussels' Sprouts. And that, I think, sums up those little green sacs of bile quite nicely. You're not the only person I know with that condition. I have three brothers who absolutely detest coffee. John, the brother who loves the smell, is still alive, so you have that working in your favor. I have never given anyone a hard time about not liking coffee or not liking beer-- or really, not liking _anything_. I mean: I _get_ it! I detest okra, Brussels' Sprouts, eggplant, and having a waning appreciation for pizza: I _get_ that people don't like things because _I_ don't like things. Granted, there are damned few things I don't like (any wine, by the way: there is absolutely no such thing as a wine worth drinking. I don't care if you paid four-hundred dollars a bottle or eight bucks a gallon, it all tastes like Cardboardeux. ) I totally understand why I don't like the stuff I don't like, so I fully accept that you have reasons for not liking the stuff that you don't like. I _do_ tend to assume that other folks' lists are as reasonably short as mine, but I get surprised every now again. At any rate, I'm not going to harangue someone or pretend that they are violating some great cultural tradition because they don't like it. You know what? I don't like tea. I don't _hate_ tea, meaning I can force myself to drink it, but I have yet to find one-- Earl Grey, Grey Poupon- whatever the heck flavors they come in-- I have yet to try one (and again: I am married to someone who tries every single one she runs across, so I've had a few) they all taste _exactly_ the same, and they all taste like they were made from grass clippings scraped out from under the lawnmower. My wife swears that they are all unique and different, but she absolutely didn't notice when I made her a cup of "green tea" using some grass clippings I had scraped from under the lawnmower, so you tell me..... I have that exact same response to "it's an acquired taste." So what? What kind of lunatic says "wow, that tastes like crap; I'd better have a heck of a lot more so that I can learn to accept it!" It's some kind of weird derivative of Stockholm Syndrome (granted, marriage is, too, but still....) If I have to _learn_ to like it, I'm not going to bother. Frankly, I can't find any real fault in this logic, as it's kept me from smoking, kept me of cocaine, and kept me from doing lots of things that are _actively bad_ for me: didn't like it the first time; not interested in a second time. "Didn't like it the first time, keep doing it until I learn to love it" is actually one of my go-to examples of "extremely stupid behavior." : / Even if you don't think it's stupid, surely you can see that it's pointless: "I don't like this thing; I don't have to buy more of it" versus "well, now that I have bought and consumed five hundred of them, I really love them, so I will now have to buy more of them on a regular basis, forever." I love duck, I love turkey, I love eggs, I am "okay" with chicken-- dark meat only. White meat chicken-- America's favorite part of the chicken, for reasons that I can't understand, is the breast: the "oh-so-healthy white meat chicken breast." It's like eating warm, tightly-compressed paper towels. There is no flavor; there is no moisture; there is nothing but dry mouth, pain, and wasted effort. "Don't you love Zaxby's?!" "Don't you love Chik-Fil-A?" No. I detest them both. "But they serve chicken! You love chicken!" No. I am passively agreeable to chicken, except for the white meat, which is the ONLY PART OF THE CHICKEN EITHER OF THOSE PLACES SERVES. Honestly, the only part of the chicken that, to me, is actively delicious, is the gizzard. The rest of the chicken is just a wrapper to keep the gizzard safe, and should be discarded once the gizzard is harvested. Well, that took some time. Gotta go check on the wife.

Actually, that. I learned that. I can't remember from where, but it was thirty years or so ago, and it stuck with me. More than anything, that's what I remember every time someone makes a new post in the "swords / spaceships" thread in the Star Hero forum. I couldn't begin to list all the science sources, and at this point, neither could I list all the medical sources, but I can tell you that including accurate medical situations "for drama" means _way_ more dead people, and it's best to skip. Rudimentary physics demonstrated to me that Traveller's original movement methodology (the 70's version) was the most accurate in any game, but it's tedious. However, it helped spur me to generate a "lite" version of that which I still use to this day in our Atomic Rockets setting: it doesn't hold up in Space Opera, simply because the tech itself in Space Opera is meant to be an enabling device, and not a limiting device to be overcome or worked around. Modern or Retro Future (like Atomic Rockets) though? Awesome stuff. Inspired by Clarke's 2001, I spent months researching all I could about the moons of Jupiter, and a couple of years digging into the outer system in general. I was thinking the moons of Jupiter might make a great setting for a novel or two, or perhaps a Traveller game (ended up going Champion-- well, Hero with it: no supers, but Champions rules). It was actually a bit disappointing to learn as much as I did, as it made it more difficult to make grand theatrical and world-building decisions. A couple decades later I read a game called "The Jovian Chronicles" (which I _think_ was based on Mekton, but I'm not sure). At any rate, if you want a jovian setting, I'd recommend that over any amount of real science. (Still, the real science works pretty well in the Atomic Rockets setting). In all honesty, the absolute _worst_ thing I ever learned, game-wise was something we all learned in-- I don't know... third grade? The speed of gravity. 32' per second per second has ruined the falling rules of every single game I have ever played. Bernouli's Principle, gravity, air density, and lift have forever ruined me for "glider capes" in any superhero setting (not that I was ever a huge supers guy anyway, but there it is). Projectile speed, mass, velocity, etc: that was really fun information for calculating damage for various game systems except for HERO, where damage just isn't granular enough to bother doing the math: forty handguns, all with identical damage. Forty rifles, all with identical damage. We tried decimating the damage system once, just to get the granularity to make the work worthwhile, but that was a nightmare I'm not ever going to revisit. Physics also demonstrated why, should we ever decide to waste the resources, any mech of more than fifteen or twenty feet will destroy itself-- you know what? I have learned lots and lots of fun an interesting things that have added to my games, but physics? I love it, but it's the _worst_ possible thing you can know if you really want to enjoy any fictional setting. It's like going to military tactical training and then trying to watch Star Wars.

Okay, all preparations are completed and wife has moved upstairs to our room. Jury-rigged negative pressure system seems to work, but the electric bill is going to really hurt, owing to the need to keep the windows at least half-open for the entire thing to work. Fortunately, this is an ideal time of the year, since the outside temperature during the rainy season isn't too-far off from her preferred comfort zone anyway. Did a quick test: I can throw the breaker that kills the wall unit (in case she is not able to turn it off) and wait about 90 seconds for the air to stop moving, and a press of the remote for the outlet / remote switch combos. Let the fans run for about a minute (also tested this concurrently, to see how much we could minimize the time), and we get enough negative pressure that the two little ribbons taped to the edge of the door are visibly pulled inward toward the room as the door opens. Thus, I can open the door to the room with absolute minimal risk of "letting the virus out." Obviously, to keep the risk down, this will not be done more than necessary. I have moved the bookcase that was near the door (temporarily) and replaced it with a small folding table we use when camping so that no one has to enter the room more than a step or so (because of the walk-in closet, there is a sort of "entry alcove" to the bedroom. It's a "dead air" space, even with the ceiling fans running, hence my desire to create negative pressure here). She has two spray bottles of disinfectant and a gallon bottle to refill them: anything going out she puts on the table and hoses down. I have a five-gallon bucket half-full of bleach in the landing outside the door (owing to the design of the third floor, there's not really a hallway upstairs, but a large twelve-by-twelve "foyer" at the top of the stairs) Anything I take out goes directly into the bleach and stays for five minutes before being removed and transported (via plastic tub: dripping bleach is rough on carpet) to the kitchen for full cleaning. I believe we can make this work. The house phone doubles as an intercom, and what with everyone having pads and tablets, etc, we should be able to minimize any cabin fever or loneliness issues, at least in the short term (which this will hopefully be). I confess that I am a _bit_ annoyed: I spent three weeks living in the garage without one complaint (at least, not to them), and with far less precaution or comfort. (Honestly, I'm glad of that: it was like a "dry run" to get ideas of what to plan for should the "real thing" come along. Now that the real thing is here, I'm quite appreciative of those three weeks). She's done a considerable amount of complaining already-- I don't think any of it is heart-felt, mind you, and has come from just being miserably sick. So far, so good. I guess.

There's one from the 90s showing two dwarves, one atop the other. While it's a bit less accurate (arm length issues), it's considerably less creepy.

Oh, I absolutely agree. Not only agree, but that's pretty much _exactly_ what I was saying (and have been for years): the teddy bears are the _only_ actual soldiers-- the only real military might-- in the entire Star Wars universe. It's maddening. Sure: everyone else has lots of technology and big ships and big guns-- and absolutely no idea how to use them intelligently: "Okay, we've only got a thousand laser rifles, so make sure that we only give them to the guys with strabismus. Furthermore, _anyone_ who does not have a penchant for disobeying a Disengage or Hold Position order must _not_, under any circumstances, be given control of any ship or mobile armor platform. Anyone who has had a background check or been issued a security clearance has his name on a list somewhere. To prevent him being compromised, make sure that all covert actions and ground locations are manned exclusively by people that we have no idea who they are, and make sure that no one has any actual ID. Hail the Empire!" Even the good guys are pretty awful: they are able to create and hold, apparently, _one_ ground location in all the universe per film, and then broadcast its location at first opportunity. No attempts will be made to claim or hold any other location until this one is destroyed. As we all know, _this_ is how you win a war. >sigh< It's just---- look: I am _not_ -- really, truly, I am _not_-- trying _at all_ to insult the fans: the movies are dazzling and fast-paced and filled with bright colors and cool effects and wild ship designs, and a couple of them were really fun. But overall, the entire story, and all the little sub-stories-- they're just _awful_. Absolutely awful. That, too, echoes with familiarity. Thanks for that. I never got into Robot Chicken. I watched four or five "episodes," but never found anything remotely amusing (not a big fan of diarrhea jokes), but I suppose the rule of "blind hogs and acorns" applies to pretty much everything.

Of course not. That's a bagel. They're not even food.

Thanks, folks. By the numbers: wife is isolated downstairs. The downstairs is large, with it's own bathroom. Kids are upstairs until we can get them tested this afternoon. I'm in the middle. Pooper and Ollie (our cats) are on the tiles. Monte- the cat that is _not_ my cat, but runs to our yard every time he hears activity-- is very unhappy, as no one has massaged his brain today. I have to figure out what to do about Pooper and Ollie, however, as they typically don't stay out over night. The kids-- if they test negative-- will stay with my wife's aunt as-- and this is painful-- my father's mind is starting to go-- to the point where the man who taught me to question and evaluate, research and confirm-- now uses such 'who-the-hell-are-you words as "plandemic" and "masks are for criminals", and I just can't trust him to take care of them more than a few hours without completely losing his mind or leaving them at a grocery store by accident. My mother-in-law will remain entrenched in the suite we built on the back of the house for her some years ago when she was no longer able to one-hundred-percent take care of herself. She has her own seating area, bathroom, her own porch, her own kitchenette, and should be fine. More importantly, owing to budgetary needs at the time, her HVAC is separate from that of the main house; it's as isolated as is living in an entirely different building. If it wasn't for the door, it'd be a duplex. I'll be couching it-- better than garaging it, like a few months ago when I had been exposed-- but still: not my bed. The wife will be in our room which, owing to my need for very cold sleeping conditions, I refitted for a wall-mounted heat an air unit to supplement the HVAC. I've already sealed off the return and vent from that room, and she is using the wall unit exclusively. We've stuck box fans in two windows on remote-control switches (raided from the Christmas decorations) so that I can briefly create a "negative pressure" in that room to the outside when I have to open that door to check on her, deliver food, etc. Other than Pooper and Ollie, we've got things in hand, I think.

Thanks, folks

Ten minutes ago, my wife tested positive. She has a patient who has been off of isolation precautions for a week and a half who apparently was positive when he transferred in. There is no chance that we haven't all been exposed. Wife got tested because she developed symptoms yesterday. I called work: I'm in quarantine, too, apparently. Waiting till morning to contact the school to find out about the kids.

That's another one, I suppose: The older I get, the less I care about pizza. Regarding okra: I hate it in all of its many permutations. The _only_ time I use it: Southern folk seem to think that okra is necessary for any sort of tomato-and-beef soup or stew. If-- and _only_ if-- I am making five gallons or more, I will put in one-half of a piece of okra to give it that "soup" taste.

Okra.

In a universe where a fighter- a ship with a tiny cockpit and no refrigerator- is all you need to hop from one end to the other? No; I dont really think it does make a difference. In an even slightly logical setting, it might make a difference, but Star Wars has never had one of those. Ever notice that all the stuff pointed out as proof that star wars is good doesnt actually come from Lucas or his films? Its the fanboys themselves, sinking the work into creating the justifications that it takes to make any sense out of it. My favorite was how overjoyed the fans were when right before selling it, Lucas announced "its all canon.' The fans were delighted, and I suspect its because to a person they held ob the backs of their mind 'cool; I can make it work the way I want and finally make sense out of it."

Okay, let's try this one, then: https://i.imgur.com/V6wc1UU.mp4