At last! It lives!

Some may think I’m talking about one of my final projects, but…

The great technological marvel is alive again:

The strawberries still taste like crunchy chips. Whatever.

Devin – I understand Star Wars cravings. Here is our campaign. There is more, but I realized it would be more than a few paragraphs to describe how Sean’s character broke into Bail’s personal home and how Sora Bulk tried to work us.

Soon

A Star Wars Roleplaying NOVELIZATION is almost complete. Also, a certain destructive device awoke from its 6 year slumber. But…I just got done doing yardwork and I need to shower. (Yes, it’s 9:44 pm.) While you wait, here’s a cool trailer:

Still Free

Okay, so I have to comment on this:
http://www.stillfree.com/

The fact that this guy is Still Alive speaks well of our president. Can you imagine if some shah or some czar had found out that his personal jet just got tagged by a clothing designer?
I foresee two options:
1) He would wear a hoodie while the firing squad lined up.
2) Rabid rhinos running rampant ’round rudie’s rigomortis.

And no… we don’t have anyone cataloguing our Star Wars story. I may just have to post a narrative within the next few days.

Sora Bulk is Dead

But I’ve heard that some people (my parents and Rachel) skip over any entries that look like they’re going to be about geek stuff. So before I can talk to you about the Israeli force field and the anti-matter drive for NASA, I need to talk about cute stuff.

Cute stuff…cute stuff… My daughter went with us to the 6:30 sunrise service at church. She actually did really well for the first half hour. Then she kept saying, “Be right back.” and trying to walk up to the amphitheater stage.

Geek Stuff:
Sora Bulk is dead, as well as Asaaj Ventress. Scarily enough, though, are the ramifications from Lofryyka’s sacrifice. We saw a holo of some space station the size of a small moon being constructed. Garm Bel Iblis’ cruisers came in and wiped it out. The 43 trillion credits that Lofryyka had transferred to Hoodan’s account (by altering a virus that was supposed to wipe out the Banking Clan’s funds on Muunilist) now was siphoned by Mon Mothma’s slicers. Teaming up with Bail Organa and the new Neimodian Viceroy, we may have a new Empress.

Magical…PIE

I had a blog-worthy day today. I wish that I could share with you about the parent who said our PRIDE program should be called the SHAME program, but I can’t.
But I can share this…
I number the agenda items on the whiteboard each day so the students know what to expect. Here’s today’s agenda:
“Step 4, we will create our topic sentences and on step….4 (mutter under my breath ‘didn’t notice that first hour)…we’ll work with transitions while doing the Fairy Tale Transitions because it’s magical. After Booktime we’ll use those transitions during our PIE paragraphs….to make them magical….(want to smack head).”
I felt like Ralph Wiggum. Or Mr. Furious. Or a furious Ralph Wiggum who spits bees out of his mouth.
(PIE stands for ‘Point – Illustration – Explanation’. Students remember it. Thank you, Bausch-san for passing on great tools. Even though you dressed in tights and butcher paper to pretend to be Louis XIV for Ms. Lewis.)
Wow

I'm a loose cannon.
(I never knew Flaming Carrot was a part of the Mystery Men. INTERESTING…)

Jai, Kisah, and Worf

We went to the Phoenix Zoo yesterday and learned some interesting facts about the monkey encounter. (If you haven’t been, I recommend it. Spider monkeys crawling over your head on thin ropes, waiting to jump on your head…) The zoo names animals usually from their native language. A new tiger is named Jai, meaning ‘I eat a lot of stuff and I can kill you’. The baby oranguatan is named Kisah for ‘Brings love’. (I think it’s just a Gungan way of saying ‘Kisser’, but okee day.)

We asked one of the handlers if they can tell the scrambling monkeys apart. He said, “Oh yeah, that one’s Chapel. She’s the mom of that guy.”
“What’s his name?”
“Worf.”

Yes. The zookeepers at the Phoenix Zoo are Trekkies.

In other news…
We’re borrowing season four of 24 from my mom. You know how the show always has a dramatic counter leading into the commercial break? It loses effect when it comes right back in two seconds later, just as loud.
And I forgot how quickly people really drive in that show.
The Secretary of Defense was kidnapped at 7:58 in the morning. Next episode starts…four police cars pull up and officers pile out… 8:02 in the morning. I know he’s the Secretary of Defense and all, but was the LAPD really that prepared?

“Nobody’s as tough as Jack. Nobody’s as tough as Jack.”