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23 August 2006 @ 07:35 am
I have a lot to catch you all up on...  
...and some of it is health-related non-joy, just so you're prepared.

First, though, a little overview on the rest of my trip to Vegas to see my beautiful gf. ;)

We went to Ceasar's Palace to shop for Zoe's birthday present because they have an FAO Schwarz there. I did not, in fact, find something that I wanted to lug all the way home on an airplane but I did get to see a casino and the rest of the shops there and we did then go to Tiff's favorite restaurant (with good reason) to have dinner, so that was great.

Amongst many conversations that weekend, two really stood out for me and I've been meaning to recreate them here for your enjoyment, so here goes.

Do any of you remember the Law & Order mothership episode where Maria from Sesame Street played a witness on the stand? If not, she did, and Tiff and I covet--yes, COVET--the outtakes from that filming session. Because if Sam Waterston did not seize the moment for a little hilarity, then he is not the man I thought he was. Truly.

Tiff and I imagined something a little like this:

Jack McCoy [to Maria on the stand]: So you don't believe the defendant is the killer?
Maria: No, sir. I do not.
Jack McCoy: I don't understand. If you don't believe the defendant is the killer then just who do you think snuffed Snuffy?

Needless to say, this caused us great hilarity.

Also, a question arose about the Star Wars universe. Particularly races of different aliens. For instance, we all know that there are Wookies and Ewoks, Javas and Bothans, Gamoreans, Hutts, Tauntauns, and even Sarlaacs, for goodness sakes! But what race is Yoda? Hmmmm?

I mean, he had to have parents, right? He is not--as my brother postulated--a single midichlorian with delusions of grandeur. He was not conjured by The Force. So what is he?

This question led to the following imagined conversation:

Yoda Daddy: A son have we!
Yoda Mommy: Looks like your father he does!
Yoda Daddy: Keep him we will. Mmmm. Yes.
Yoda Mommy [hitting Yoda Daddy with a stick]: Mine! Mine! Of course keep him we will! Brains of a Sarlaac you have! [cradling Baby Yoda] Mine! Yoda he shall be called.
Yoda Daddy: Yoda?
Yoda Mommy: Yoda. Mmmm. Yes. Y-O-D-A, Yoda.

And now, after typing that all out, the name "Yoda" has lost all form and meaning to me. O_o

Anyway, on the long and dreaded trip home from Vegas, yours truly was hit with a full-on aphasic migraine with paralysis on the right side. Yes. One hour in to the flight. Ugh.

And, on that suspenseful note, I have to say To Be Continued! Ooops!

I will try to continue this riveting missive later this afternoon, okay?

Love you all.

Twoodles!

Erin
 
 
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My State of Mind: busybusy
 
 
 
Tiffany: sw master yodapiekid on August 23rd, 2006 05:07 pm (UTC)
"I met him in a swamp down in Dagobah, where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda."

Y-O-D-A
Trublu: Caseytrublusvufan on August 23rd, 2006 08:21 pm (UTC)
Erin! *Growls*

Are you OK?