FINE, we’ll build our own F-22, with thrust vectoring and hookers!

I for one welcome our new snowtrain overlord, forebearer of the great Snowpiercer. All glory to the sacred engine.

What is that stuff that’s filling up the frame? It’s like brown and black and gray but brighter.

AND he can sing!

Very sad news. My girlfriend and I spent a couple hours this past Friday watching his appearance on Storytellers and a bunch of his videos, old and new.

RIP, Starman.

Ah, yes, the new Microbus.

Because that sounds kind of rude and impersonal? The Falcon isn’t exactly a whisper-quiet ship. What if he was sleeping? The Force Rudely Awakens?

Russia could have a tug boat tow the rocket to within 500 yards, no doubt. China could buy a tug boat from Russia with the promise of turning it into a floating casino and then use it to tow a rocket to within 350 yards so long as Russia will sell China an engine for their new knockoff tugboat.

AstraDome instrument cluster, electroluminescent!

They were pining.

Likewise Poe is an amazing pilot that kicks ass and never dies...

(But his X-Wing is awesome, despite the impracticality of making your leader’s ship stand out.)

So that song Fly Like a G6. I never knew it was talking about the private jet. So every time I heard it I thought it was talking about a Pontiac and I just could NOT wrap my head around why some dumbass would say that.

He did say he was on it because his daughter is such a HUGE fan of the TMNT... which’s got to be a a whole new level of fatherly love.

“Kid, I love you SO damn much, that I starred in a Michael Bay movie for you”

Gorbachev, His arms open. Reagan and Gorbachev at Tanagra.

Shaka, when the Berlin Wall fell.

consider this though: there is a literal zero percent chance that force awakens can be worse than phantom menace. Unless it turns out it’s a 90 minute holocaust joke starring Rob Schneider in blackface, there’s no way the story telling can be as abysmal of a mess as the phantom menace or attack of the clones.

I like the idea of Neil Armstrong, tossing and turning in the wee hours of the night, having the self doubts that we all get from time to time. He gets up, careful not to wake anyone, and goes to the closet. He removes this totem bag of his, holds it in his hands and thinks "I was on the moon..." and finds the…