Consider the Source

The link in the title is me, he just has better hair...

There's no question that the next week will be the hardest for Lisa to not kick me out on the street. Why, you ask? Is it because of my financial state of distress? What about my complete lack of organization (both financial and otherwise?)? Or could it be my slob-ness or my constant sarcasm?

No, its not any of those things, though now I really realize how lucky I am that she is so tolerant of me...

The simple answer is this: In exactly one week from today, from this moment, I will be sitting in the movie theater, probably literally bouncing up and down in my seat waiting for Episode III to start. And until the lights go down in that theater on that fateful night, I will probably be unbearable to live with.

I can't go from one room to another with out "flying" any one of a number of Star Wars toy ships with me. Left to my own devices for more than a few moments, I have sprawled out a battle of action figure proportions on the floor. Everything just tastes better in my new Darth Vader Slurpee Cup. (I have the one with Vader himself on it!) Instead of balancing my checkbook online, I am off reading about Episode III toys, or teetering on the edge of every spoiler debating how pure of a viewing experience I want to have. (As it turns out, not that pure.) Every time a commercial for the movie comes on the air, the room has to be silent and still though I have seen that particular commercial about 25 times. I am in a sad state.

I write a post on my blog simply about how excited I am.

I know it sounds like I am about 7 years old, and I guess I am. I really don't mind, because as much as I have tried to culture myself cinematically, at the end of the day, Citizen Kane can suck it compared to two badasses swinging lightsabers around.

Lisa has never been to a midnight showing for one of the prequels. I was at the one for Episode II, but couldn't make the one for Episode I. We saw two of the Lord of the Rings movies at midnight, but the Star Wars crowd is different. I've seen guys in full Darth Maul make up, Stormtroopers, children dressed as Ewoks, fat men with jedi robes and lightsabers and even fatter women dressed as Amidala or (shudder) Leia. If she thinks I have been hard to live with, I am relatively sure that waiting in line to be seated with this crowd will make her realize that it could have been a lot worse than to be stuck with me.

Or at least that's what I'm counting on.