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Kev: You have noodle on you again.
Me: Is it at least on the lower half of my face?
Kev: ...no...
*headdesk*
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In other news, my mother has taken to trying to convince me to move to Fitchburg, Massachussettes.
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In other news, Karen Traviss is not impressing me with her new Star Wars novel, but I'm only half way through. There are hilarious hijincks, though, when Boba Fett (her woobie) is angsting (at the age of 71) about this eel he had as a pet as a kid, and how he had to free it in the oceans and it was EATEN RIGHT BEFORE HIS WIDDLE EYES! BEFORE IT HAD "EVER TASTED FREEDOM"!
Despite the melodrama, I was willing to give the author props for mentioning something from those Boba Fett kids books. That's cool continuity. Then someone pointed out that in the kids series, Boba Fett bloody HATED that eel. He thought it was creepy, and when it got eaten, his response was glee. A kind of "serves you right, sucker, only the strong survive!" squeeing moment.
So far that is the single thing I love best about this book. It promotes the theory that Boba Fett is delusional and his constant monologuing and angsting about his dead father (who has been dead for SIXTY-TWO YEARS), is quite probably the result of senile dementia.
Also, the Fett Worship in this book has spawned the Boba Fett Game, wherein Kev and I attempt to invent secret ways that Fett saved the day with true selfless nobility. Our favourite so far: He was in the cell block next to Leia's in A New Hope feeding her that toilet paper autobiography from V for Vendetta to give her the strength to hold up to Vader's torture.
Oh Bobby! *swoon*
Me: Is it at least on the lower half of my face?
Kev: ...no...
*headdesk*
*
In other news, my mother has taken to trying to convince me to move to Fitchburg, Massachussettes.
*
In other news, Karen Traviss is not impressing me with her new Star Wars novel, but I'm only half way through. There are hilarious hijincks, though, when Boba Fett (her woobie) is angsting (at the age of 71) about this eel he had as a pet as a kid, and how he had to free it in the oceans and it was EATEN RIGHT BEFORE HIS WIDDLE EYES! BEFORE IT HAD "EVER TASTED FREEDOM"!
Despite the melodrama, I was willing to give the author props for mentioning something from those Boba Fett kids books. That's cool continuity. Then someone pointed out that in the kids series, Boba Fett bloody HATED that eel. He thought it was creepy, and when it got eaten, his response was glee. A kind of "serves you right, sucker, only the strong survive!" squeeing moment.
So far that is the single thing I love best about this book. It promotes the theory that Boba Fett is delusional and his constant monologuing and angsting about his dead father (who has been dead for SIXTY-TWO YEARS), is quite probably the result of senile dementia.
Also, the Fett Worship in this book has spawned the Boba Fett Game, wherein Kev and I attempt to invent secret ways that Fett saved the day with true selfless nobility. Our favourite so far: He was in the cell block next to Leia's in A New Hope feeding her that toilet paper autobiography from V for Vendetta to give her the strength to hold up to Vader's torture.
Oh Bobby! *swoon*
