Daya Wanna Wonga

That's what Jabba the Hutt's red-eyed tentacle-headed henchmen says when he meets the droids in Return of The Jedi, and it's what my old roommate Mark used to quote often, giving it several meanings. It's a useful phrase. I dare you to use it today. Just substitute it for some boring old thing you would normally say to your spouse, child or loved one.

I had a big painting job to do over the last two days, so I've had the whole Star Wars hexology playing in my workshop, only half-paying attention. Mark Hamill's career never did take off after these movies, I'm thinking as I watch him act through his scarred face. I hope Hayden Christenson's career goes similarly. He should be shot for his portrayal of Anakin Skywalker. Speaking of Mark Hamill, does anyone know where I can get a DVD of "Corvette Summer"?

Speaking of DVDs, I Netflixed the "500 Nations" series which tells the Native Americans' story in their own words. Yick. Very sad. We've got an ugly, hippocritical history. I never heard any of it when I was in school (aside from "Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee" senior year), and I sure hope Max gets at least some of it in school.

I've got two days to prepare The Great Motorcycle Paraphernalia Liquidation, so I'll be up to my ears in parts & tools in the workshop. I'm looking forward to collecting it all together, displaying/marketing it, then sitting around doing nothing for a few days. Well, I might munch on some salami & cheese. But I sure as heck won't be checking e-mail or using an airbrush :).