Some of Those Things You Have to Feel to Be True

I've been congratulating myself on my new-found sense of adulthood: post-35, living in a real house, becoming a faculty member rather than an adjunct. Adulthood is one step closer to death, as someone once said, and I've not been in any real hurry to reach it, but after the end of both Star Trek and Star Wars in the last year, it just seemed easier to abandon all those youthful accoutrements that brought me so much joy.

Then I saw some of the screenshots from the Episode III DVD. HOLY GOD!!

Among the deleted scenes on the forthcoming DVD is one scene/storyline I was aching to see in the film, but was inexplicably left out (apparently to persuade me that I needed to buy the DVD--Damn you, Lucas!): Yoda's arrival on Dagobah.

It probably goes without saying that we won't get any real explanation in these deleted scenes about just how and why the Green One goes about choosing Dagobah as the place where he will sit around breeding lizards in the Magic Tree until Annie Jr. shows up, but I'm sure someone in Lucas' trained army of hacks is working on the back-story novelization as we speak.

Anyway, just seeing the screenshot of Yoda's escape pod/pimp ride approaching the familiar green shades of Dagobah was enough to get me all nostalgic and Christmas-morning like. There's something sadly noble about self-exile that I need to look into.

Also among the deleted scenes on the DVD will be a scene showing the "formation" of the Rebel Alliance, with Mon Mothma, Jimmy ("Save Our Franchise") Smits, and one of those floppy-wristed fish people ("It's a trap!"). I haven't seen any screenshots of that scene yet.

Oh, and there's another scene of Fruit-Stripe Jedi Shaak Ti being executed by the wheezy General Greivous. It's gratifying to know that most of the Jedis who were stuffed into the background of Episodes I and II finally get some individual screen time in III as they get whacked. So much for Jedi stardom. I guess it takes a layout in Playboy to reach true Jedi fame.

In other geeky developments:

Nicky Cage has named his newborn son after everyone's favorite Kryptonian. I'm hoping he has at least one more son whom Cage will constantly berate for not living up to his older brother's example and who will grow to hate his brother with a consuming passion that causes him to rend his hair and seek the kinds of pleasures only a multi-billionaire can afford. Or that he names him after Aquaman.

There's some kind of misguided web campaign going on to have Pat Boone admitted to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Yes, Pat Boone, the hack who, with the blessing of his white-owned record label, shamelessly bleached the soul and passion from every R&B record he could find and made rock and roll safe for racists. I'm looking forward to his upcoming reality show in which he's thrown into the middle of Soultown USA with nothing but his leather wristbands and a box full of his shitty records. Crawl your way to Cleveland, fuckwad!

On a lighter note, the teaser trailer for Passion of the Clerks has been posted. Sure to be the Social Event of the Season, or at least a refreshing rinse to get the taste of Jersey Girl out of our minds. Love you, Kevin!

Finally, thanks to the guy who found Chazzbot using the search terms "women inflate." You make Chazzbot strong!

Geek out.