Are You Dave?

This sort of thing gives my wife the existential willies, but I LOVE it!

My wife and I had the day to ourselves for once—she had the day off and the kid is in day care—so we went to the mall. (I know, “whee!” right?) Partly we were school shopping for the squirt, who starts Pre-K on tuesday, but we also wanted to see a movie. And the only movie playing that was of any interest was… you guessed it….

When we bought our tickets there was a sign saying “The A/C in Theater 4 is not working. The temperature is approximately 85 degrees.” Now, that’s a weird number, because it doesn’t seem THAT hot, but would we be able to stand it for a full movie? No one could tell us how the theater actually felt, nor would they let us in without tickets to see for ourselves.

Here’s how much my wife loves me: We dithered for a moment, and then the love of my life said “let’s run down to CVS and get a couple of those little battery-powered fans, maybe even the kind that spray water.” She’s so smart! 

The Clone Wars was fun and the theater wasn’t even that hot. Lots of lightsabers, spaceships and explosions, which is exactly what I’d come to see. I didn’t like the “newsreel” opening in place of the classic “crawl,” and the flamingly gay Uncle Hutt was utterly uncalled for. The animated Star Wars will never match the “real” Star Wars, but then, I feel the same way about the prequel trilogy.

Ok, so I’m also a Star Wars geek. I was pretty sure I was over it once Episode III had come and gone, but now George Lucas has decided that he wants to make an animated Star Wars TV series–and, what’s more, it’s going to debut not on TV but on the silver screen. So I’ll be squandering one of my wife’s vacation days next week to go see the d@mn thing.

“The Clone Wars”… so aptly named. I know it’s more of the same, yet I can’t resist…

Will I never be free?

(Kipley loves to rib me about my obsession. He says things like “That Star Wars movie seems like it might be pretty popular someday.” To which I can only reply–silently– “laugh it up, fuzzball!”)

(Leave me in my shame.)