While I’m waiting for that Millennium Falcon pool to come out (and for the weather to be warm enough to use it), I guess I’ll just have to spend Spring with the boys flying some Star Wars kites.

When did this become the Star Wars blog?  No clue.  I apologize.  I could talk about Obama and the new dawn and why I think we’re in dire need of a community organizer, but no, I’m going to post this thing I just made up:

“Hey baby, from back there, I thought these were just small moons, but damn girl!  These are space stations!”

I dump crap like that on Brandy all the time, just to make her cringe.  But of course, this being the internet, there are lots of other folks who have mined this territory.  Some of my favs…

• I may look like an Ewok, but I’m all Wookie where it counts, baby.
• Date, or date not — there is no ‘let’s just friends be’.
• Honey, you’ve been looking for love in Alderaan places!

I know you don’t feel like doing this right now, what with the fact that you’re delivering our second child tomorrow morning, but perhaps you want to purchase this now for later.

Just sayin’.

And yes, I am aware that this makes for back-to-back Leia slavish pervy fanboyism.  I’m stuck in a rut.  A hot, Alderaanian princess rut.  Just be glad I didn’t work “Organa” into a lame joke about my penis.

Have to hand it to ThinkGeek.  They know their audience.  What would make this perfect is if it were framed and double sided so you could just flip it over to a picture of Mt. Fuji or something.

I’ll be 36 by the time this ships.  That’s far too old to have a Millennium Falcon kiddie pool.  Of course, I will have two children by then.

No no, I can’t.  I won’t.  Damn it.

Yesterday, the Carida Garrison of the 501st gathered at the Franklin Institute to kick off the Star Wars exhibit that’s running there for the next couple of months.

I’d say more about that except that I’m insanely jealous and can barely contain my geek envy.

Oh blog, how I have neglected thee.  So here’s a roundup in order to save folks from seeing a ton of separate entries.

The family biked Tour du Port on 10/21.  We actually made an entire weekend out of it, doing the Baltimore inner harbor tourist thing for two days and then participating in the ride on Sunday.  We did the 10 mile route since Gareth was in attendance, but that was plenty.  Gareth was tired out by the end of it, Brandy was scared shitless by her first road ride, and I barely broke a sweat.  The scenery along the ride wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t anything special, either.  It just didn’t compare to Bike Philly.

Once the weather turns for the better again, I’m going to look into what it would take to bike from Pittsburgh to DC along the Great Allegheny Passage and C & O Canal Towpath.  I don’t think I’m going to be able to do it both ways, though.  I’m sure I can talk Brandy into meeting me in DC for a post-ride vacation.  I know my goal for next year was originally to ride the MS 150, but I don’t know if I’m going to be able to maintain the average speed necessary to do that in a timely manner.  If I’m going to do the 316 mile ride from Pittsburgh to DC, I’m definitely going to need to train throughout the winter.

Of course, I can’t spend all winter on a bike, which is where video games come in.  There are too many games being released this season.  Of the 30 or so titles for Q4, a mere four are on my radar.  First up with Ace Combat 6 with the flight stick bundle.  I picked that up on day one.  Next up are Super Mario Galaxy and Rock Band.  And, while Guitar Hero III is already out, I have delayed my purchase of it due to hating the demo.  No, Halo 3 was never under consideration.  I tend to wait a year before playing Halo releases.

Pumpkins have been carved in anticipation for tonight’s trick-or-treat visitors.  For the first time ever, I have carved a pumpkin with a Star Wars theme.  A stormtrooper, to be exact.  It’s not the most technically accurate rendering in the world, but it gets the point across.  Photos coming soon.

Speaking of Halloween, I attended Gareth’s school Halloween parade.  He was having a blast in it, as were the 10 Darth Vaders, 2 Jango Fetts, 1 Clone Trooper, and 1 Storm Trooper.  Oh, and some kid was dressed up as a power droid!  Hell yeah!  GONK.

And, uh… I think that’s about it!

There are times when I feel I’ve hit the heights of nerdery, when I look at family, friends, and acquaintances wondering why it is I am so very far removed from sharing their priorities in life. My home and office are decorated with objects that would drive a 10 year old child into raving lust. I am better versed in videogames and cartoons than I am in literature and wine. There isn’t a single day that passes without a reminder that I am not the same adult as the other adults I know.

But then I see things like this and realize that I’m far more normal than some people. The “this” in this case is a Manhattan group of Jedi enthusiasts who gather for light saber training. And the sad part is that I wish I were freakish enough to join them. How cool would that be? Getting together with Star Wars geeks, spinning through choreography, slashing through the air with your saber replica…

If Alec Guinness could do it, so can I.