Blessed by the Potato

I woke up this morning (and here, I use the word morning very loosely, since it was actually 6 pm — a great night; I managed to get nearly 15 hours of sleep) and had a very peculiar realization. I’ve gone through the last few years of my life without any more Star Wars movies to anticipate. I knew that somehow, life had… changed… in the past few years, and that the future seemed just a little less bright. But never before had I quite been able to put my finger on it. Of course, I lived through similar times before (the 80’s and early 90’s), but back then we didn’t really know that more Star Wars movies were possible. The slow, measured release of prequels and alternative cuts had simply become a way of life for so long, that it’s tough to find the groove in life afterwards. There’s always the remote hope that the often-rumoured follow-up trilogy will be made (and in fact, considering the franchise is basically a money mint, and that there’s already enough source material in the books and video games to throw together a few movies, I’m surprised they aren’t already in production), but really, this is the shape of things to come.

I also realized that I now have pretty bad spring allergies. I’ve had bad ragweed/fall allergies for a long time, but this spring runny nose thing is pretty recent. I’m also amazed at Reactine. It’s such a tiny pill, yet it completely dries me out for a day. It really makes one respect the power of chemicals.