I am George Lucas's Bitch...

I hate you George Lucas. You have turned me into a meek follower of your mythos/cult. Even though I hated Episode I and suffered through the horrible acting of Hayden Christensen in Episodes II & III. I still went to the midnight showings and bought the DVD's. I even TiVo'd the American Film Institute's gala honoring You. So yes, even though it will probably be horrible as well ; I am going tonight to watch Clone Wars. Even thought it will I think it's the same storyline as the animated series that was released on Cartoon Network before Episode III. I will, yet again, give some more money so you can keep making payments on your pricey digs at The Presidio. Why oh why do I always fall for this! Damn you George!!!

Maybe it's because I hope that the same magic and confluence that made Star Wars and Empire Strikes Back such seminal movies will some how be recreated. But maybe they were a product of their time and can never be recreated again. I really feel bad for those who watched the movies after 1997. I mean the revised editions are horrible and he should of left it alone but whatever. Let's go back to the debates of 1997! Yeah!

So here I go, chasing the dream....

(sigh)

The Last X-er

I was born in 1977. So that means I'm 31. I remember Reagan, Bush I, Clinton and Bush II. I remember the 1984 Olympics and grew up watching MTV when actually played videos and I remember when everyone watched either "Beavis and Butthead", the original "90210", the "X-Files" and "The Real World" the rise of Nirvana and thought Blind Melon wasn't so bad.
However I feel that sometimes I'm a bridge between two worlds. The World of those who remember the events that led to the Post-Cold War era and those who don't remember what the Cold War was. I mean I remember watching "Red Dawn", "Invasion U.S.A" and "The Day After." Yet, I can see that cynicism and irony must not be the way to always view the world but to balance that view with optimism as well. Who knows what brought this on. I guess it was this article that I stumbled upon in Time Magazine.

I feel like I'm stuck between the generations.