The Digital Domino

Ah, the cruise. The penultimate summer vacation. A trip on a cruise boat by its very nature implies beaches, sun, and good times. And I just took my first step into a larger world. As many of you know, my international travel has been very limited. The only foreign cities I have visited in my life were Mumbai, India and Detroit, Michigan. But this time, I was set to sail for the Bahamas! To set this up for you, this trip was arranged by my office – onboard the Celebration Cruise line which I can only assume was named the moment the first group of travelers disembarked from that lumbering vomitorium. But I’m getting ahead of myself talking about that tanker – let's start from the beginning. The dock was tucked away in a shipyard and industrial park which was delightfully cheery in the same way as Shawshank Prison – lots of personality: old stone walls and decorative fences with delightful flowers of barbed wire for trimming. I assume the purpose of said fences was the same as

I went to Star Wars Celebration, and I feel the need to tell you about it and provide you with an honest, clear review of this event. You have been warned. Firstly, are you a fan of Star Wars ? I don't mean "Yes, I saw some of those. They were good." I'm not referring to the people who have seen each and every single film, some more than once. I'm not even talking to people who have a plush taun-taun, or that 'one really rad shirt from the first film in Japanese.' If you are one of these people, congratulations, you are well adjusted, have a strong appreciation for a culturally significant movie, and probably go to therapy for other reasons. Also, if you're a casual fan and live nearby, sure, give it a shot, maybe take a day trip to check some stuff out. If you wake up every morning in Star Wars sheets and eat Kellogg's C-3PO's  from a vintage 1997 Special Edition Re-Release Box with a light up lightsaber spork, DO I H