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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 12:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 4:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 4:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 5:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 6:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 6:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 8:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 8:51 pm
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 10:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 7:36 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 3:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 5:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 7:20 am
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Remember how I said I was a pack rat? Well, yesterday afternoon I was going trough some piles of stuff from mostly 7th and 8th grade, and I found an article about the anticipated coming of Episode 1. The article itself is short and not very informative, but the opening is hilarious:
Brian D. Johnson A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away-- late 1970s California-- the known universe of George Lucas came into being. In the beginning, George created Star Wars. And the screen was without form, and void. And George said, Let there be light, and there was Industrial Light and Magic. And George divided the light from the darkness, with lightsabres, and called the darkness the Evil Empire. And George remade the Hollywood firmament, and said, Let the revenues be gathered together under one place. And he called it Skywalker Ranch. And George said, Let the revenues bring forth abundant special effects. And George (or his minions) created every living creature that moveth, the Wookies and Ewoks and Jawas in Star Wars, the beasts of the earth in Jurassic Park, and every digitally drowned man, woman, and child in Titanic. And George saw that it was good.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 7:32 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 7:43 am
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Glad you liked it. And now for something less witty... I also found an old poem I wrote around 7th or 8th grade, I can't remember which, but it's titled I'm a Space Slug. *goes off to dusty booth in corner, hangs cardboard sigh that reads "Poetry Corner", stands up on table, clears throat*
I'm a Space Slug Huge frieght liners, X-wing ships, Engine wiring, Microchips, Rusty Metal, Shipping crates, Carbon scoring --It tastes great! Droids and robots! Yes, I love 'em! Noisy engines! Want more of 'em! Hyperdrives! I wanna shove 'em Down my throat real fast!
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