Monday, January 14, 2008

like rogers and hammerstein and indiana jones, star wars played an integral role in my childhood. I have never dressed up as a jedi or said "may the force be with you" and meant it, and I certainly couldn't name any ship besides the millennium falcon. but if you showed me a 10-second clip from any of episodes IV, V or VI, I could probably (with some thought) identify which one it's taken from. as well as the scene. and possibly what happens next.

dixie cup, on the other hand, is a diehard star wars fanatic. she owns a full jedi costume and could not only identify any ship you threw at her, but could tell you what role it plays in which battle under what commander against which army, as well as its strengths and weaknesses. so, while I pretended that I was agreeing to attend the london star wars exhibition out of the goodness of my heart, the truth is that I would have gone even if my heart had no goodness, because dixie would have dragged me there at lightsaber-point anyway.

I have to admit, though, it was kind of cool. it provided an excellent opportunity to play around with piccadilly's settings.

I am an imperial storm trooper and I am eeeeeevil.

I am a whatchamacallit from one of the god-awful new episodes and I am evil too.

I have no idea who I am but all shall bow before me.

I am chewbacca's second cousin once removed.

and my teeth are hot.

yoda in a test tube...

here to suck your blood I am.

I told dixie that I would only agree to go to the star wars exhibit if she came to an art gallery. happy to say I dragged out our visit to the national gallery to twice the length of time we spent studying wookie teeth. ha. I win.

1 comment:

kt said...

just so you know, that red dude is an imperial guard.

i'm really, really jealous. you must promise me that if you see a doctor who exhibition (i know there are some) you will take photos of the TARDIS for me. (that's the blue box.)

now i have a plane to board. CIAO!