Now I'm Really Surprised.

Yeah, I expected one or two people to stumble over my account in the past few days.
Not only did MyLot ignore my request for a blog feed to them, they totally deleted the request. I'm guessing it was my rant on Paypal that might have gotten them wondering whether I was the devil or something. RAHHHH!!!

No, really. So I'll go ahead and start adding stuff, like piccies. For instance, the one in the left corner. It was my favorite picture of Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker. When I was a kid I had it in small poster form. I guess I'd gotten it from the inside cover of a Starlog magazine.
Right next to it was a picture of William Shatner, but that's for another post.

I'll tell you a short story about my obsession with Star Wars and Luke - when I finally went to high school and was allowed to dress up for Halloween again (and still be cool) I went as Luke Skywalker. I got a Judo outfit, wrapped my legs with ace bandages, found some very plain slippers, and viola'! I was Luke. Sure, I put my long hair up, to hide it.

I thought I looked great. Or passable. I walked with the ultimate cool to the student project center, where I was confronted by two friends wearing authentic Star Trek uniforms, one of which had been Shatner's Peacock suit in the Motion Picture. After I thought I'd seen everything, I walked solemnly away, mulling on how much I'd like to own that Shatner suit. The hallway was dark, nearly creepy as the cave on Dagobah. Out of the shadows came a looming, black figure! It came up on me so fast, I didn't realize what I was seeing until it was too late----DARTH VADER!
My heart stopped for a second, and then I heard the breathing...no, not the breathing!
In a flash I found myself dangling by the collar of my judo outfit. Vader had picked me up and my legs were swinging about three feet off the floor...
Can you say, heart attack?! As I choked, sputtered, and gasped, I heard a quiet laugh brewing inside the black helmet!

Finally Vader put me down (in a collapsed heap of terrified misery) and took off his helmet. It was my friend Mike! The bastard!
He was chuckling up a storm and commenting on my terrified look...he loved it.
Well, I said, "I'm glad you liked it. Now please excuse me while I go have a heart attack..."
It's really too bad more of my friends didn't see that. I know they'd get a real kick out of it. Not only was Mike tall, but he was as big as David Prowse! I was certainly smaller than Mark Hamill, more like Leia, actually. It must have been a sight to see. In today's age, someone would have had a cellphone camera, and I'd have a picture to see!
Bah. Back then a cellphone was a suitcase-type ordeal that would have given you cancer, and none of them had cameras.
Yes, I'm that old.
Well, sweet dreams, and don't have any nightmares about Darth Vader, mmmmmkay?