May 25th 2015, the sale of tickets for Star Wars Celebration VII shut down the internet like ticket sales for The Force Awakens movie. The $700 VIP tickets are already sold out, the word is they were snatched up in the first few minutes! I thought I had more time to save for this. The 4-day adult tickets are $150 per person. There is also a check out que. It’s not likely that Red5Mom will be at Celebration Orlando, in spite of my adamant talk. I thought I had more time to save, but recent car issues sucked up our savings like a hungry sarlac.
Oh well…I’m going to take out my frustrations on rebel scum and bucket heads in Battlefront. But, I still have the memories of Celebration VII in Anaheim to look back on. This is the first post in a series chronicling my journey to, and at, my first Star Wars Celebration in 2015.
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Is that title clickbait or what? I mean, it doesn’t really count since you can read this intro before you actually click, but still…anyway, let me start by saying please refrain from letting your personal musical tastes scare you away; your opinion of Blink-182 and/or their music is irrelevant as I’m merely discussing one line from their new single “Bored to Death,” and not the pros and cons of pop punk or anything like that (though I do really like the song, so feel free to make fun of me if you’d like). As a matter of fact, you don’t even have to listen to the song for this post to make sense, so your ears won’t have to cheat on Blake Shelton. All is well. Now, follow me to the mosh pit and let’s get started…
I’ve been a fan of Star Wars since the age of 5 in 1977. I lived through the first wave of greatness and I was there in 1991, when it returned…. sorta of with “Heir to the Empire.” The trilogy as told by Timothy Zahn left me cold. I bought the books, but by the third one, I was left still….cold. Weird force slugs and bullshit clones of crazy Jedi Masters and LUUKE Skywalker, did not feel Star Wars like at all, but bad fan fiction from a “Space: 1999” vibe. Nothing wrong with “Space: 1999” of course, but they are two very distinct beasts.. and sadly the disconnect was never remedied as more and more EU books came along to piss in my favorite pool. Continue reading
Don’t adjust your internets, you’re not seeing double, and, no, you haven’t died and gone to heaven, you just get an extra post from me discussing Star Wars comics going forward. Go ahead and take a beat to catch your breath and relax…alright, moving on, if you haven’t read this week’s two releases, go get busy! (‘Cause, you know, spoilers incoming.) Then find your way back here to see if your certain point of view matches mine, or if they differ so greatly that you’re not even sure I read the right books…either way, it’ll be a hoot, so let’s begin!
Jyn could be Rey’s mom, but that doesn’t mean Luke has to be her dad. Sorry guys, that’s just logic. I wanted that too, but Bloodline changed the narrative. Continue reading