A brief pitch for my dark Star Wars Story prequel: “Skywalker Ranch.” The story of Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru, and how they burned two migrant farmhands to a crisp to fake their own deaths.
Hello, to any who may read this. Thanks for dropping by. I just wanted to state for the record that while my blathering does contain an element of truth, I take a lot of creative license for fun. In short, I am full of shit.
When my family lived in a small neighborhood outside Langley, Virginia, I didn’t think it was odd that we never saw a police patrol car, or that our ice cream man wore a pistol under his white coat. [This is a long one. If you click this, settle in.]
Today, someone asked me, “What was the first movie you ever saw in a movie theater?” And long story short, that simple question gave me so much to think about, it brought me back to this blog to ramble once more. I’m old, and so by right of living as long as I have, I get to bitch about how things used to be. This will be one of those times.
I have nothing more to say. Therefore, I am just posting some doodles I’ve made this week. Exciting times, no?
I am declaring war on the fossil fuel industry… in my own tiny little way.
Is human civilization on its last legs? According to a recent report, it could all be over as of 2050. So what next?
