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Star Wars Is Like My Cat

It’s been over a week now since The Force Awakens (TFA) came into our lives. And after 4 viewings, including the 7-movie marathon on opening day, I feel like I can finally summarize my feelings about the newest addition to the Star Wars saga.

Growing up, I had the sweetest, most gentle cat in the world—his name, ironically, was Goliath. He was there for every milestone, every moment of joy, every pang of sadness, snuggling and unleashing the full power of cats’ magical calming agent: purring. He was loyal and faithful and wonderful. Just like the original trilogy of Star Wars.

Goliath became one with the Force, so to speak, when I was 16 years old in 1999. Coincidentally, that was the same year that the prequel trilogy dawned.

In 2002—the same year Attack of the Clones released—I adopted a feisty little kitten whom I named Storm (middle name Trooper). Storm was the exact opposite of Goliath; where he had been solid black with yellowish-green eyes, she was a cream and gray tabby with piercing blue eyes. His utter devotion and love was answered with her indifference and bitey-ness. Like Goliath before her, she too was a remarkably good snuggler with an even stronger aptitude for purring me to sleep.

Over the next 12 years, Storm and I had an undeniable love/hate relationship. She exhibited violent mood shifts that usually ended with a new set of bloody teeth marks on my arms or legs. In spite of the scar-inducing teeth, we grew into a codependent pair. When she was good, she was heartbreakingly good, and when she was bad…well, most people would’ve put her down. Not unlike the prequel trilogy, if you catch my meaning.

Too mean to go out any other way, Storm succumbed to colon cancer in January. A long-haired tortoiseshell fluffball named Rue joined our family a month later. You won’t be surprised by this point in the post to find that my feelings about her virtually mirror how I feel about The Force Awakens.

When I first met Rue at the shelter (her name was Zeda then…no thanks), it was a wholly bittersweet experience. I was super excited at the prospect of getting a new kitten but I was emotionally exhausted from losing Storm. Rue, to her credit, was ridiculously wonderful on her own accord and gave me no choice but to enjoy her presence…and yet, I came away perplexed. I wanted to love her, there was little reason not to, but I needed time to process.

I got time, as Rue needed her spay operation before we could bring her home. When we picked her up a couple of days later, I made a conscientious effort to look at her with fresh eyes.

Rue, like The Force Awakens, isn’t here to replace the previous “friends” who helped shape my being, but rather to supplement. Some of her behavior recalls that of my earlier loves and my heart swells with nostalgia. Her personality and quirks are uniquely hers, which brings me utter joy. And some of the things she does…well, they kind of irk me. She’s not perfect, that’s for sure. Some of the irksome behavior is just bad and some of it is largely because it falls flat compared to the grand narrative I’ve created in my head.

There’s a lot to love about TFA, and I think I can say now with certainty that I do love it. Even with last night’s 4th viewing, it coaxed tears out of me during several scenes; some happy, some sad. That’s something few films can boast. But cats, man, cats hit me in the feels every time!

Rue is not impressed with Leia buns

Rue is not impressed with Leia buns

Spoilerrific ‘Gripes & Likes’ post coming soon!

 

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SW WEEK IS HERE!

It’s finally here, you guys!!!!! In just a couple of sleeps we’ll be getting our first full look at The Force Awakens, and I’m downright giddy. GIDDY!

Because we’re this close I’m steering clear of social media until after the 7pm Thursday (CST) showing. I might make some remote posts during the movie marathon on Thursday, but I’m sure as heck not reading anything that gets posted. With friends and fellow fans across the globe getting their glimpse before I get mine, I don’t want to chance anything. Here’s a little variation on what I posted to my Facebook account yesterday in advance of my quarantine…

’Twas the week of new Star Wars, and in the Amethystos house
One girl couldn’t stop stirring—You guessed it, Severus’s spouse. (that would be me)

The tickets were purchased with months left to spare,
And now the time came, it so soon would be there;
Even when nestled all snug in my bed,
Visions of TIE Fighters danced in my head.

With trailers, tv spots and internet on tap,
Avoiding the spoilers feels like IT’S A TRAP!
Driver, Ridley, Boyega, Ford, Fisher and Hamill,
Old heroes, new villains and droids, worlds and mammals,

In J.J. we trust, it won’t be too long now,
Prepare the tears, gasps and the re-sound-ing “WOW”s.
Of course, if it’s bad, you’ll hear all of that too,
As if millions of voices cried out a “screw you!”

So now hear me exclaim as I log out of sight—
“Happy Star Wars to all, I’ll be back Thursday night!”

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH US


#TheWardrobeAwakens

One month from today I’ll be sitting with a bunch of kindred spirits in a movie theater watching a 7-film Star Wars marathon. The fact that we are only a month away from the 7th installment has me more than a little excited!!!

As such, today marks day 1 of #TheWardrobeAwakens, wherein I will don Star Wars attire every day leading up to the new film. The goal is to wear something different each day, though I may have to recycle a couple of shirts as some have apparently shrunk in the wash…or something like that.

I’ll have to get a little creative tomorrow and Thursday as I take in the wonder of Mockingjay Part 2 (advance screening then opening night). After all, I’ve got Hunger Games fangirling to express, too.

Lead the way, Captain Phasma!

UPDATE: I’ll be posting daily pics on Instagram. You can find me there or check out the widget to the right of this page.

Phasma Her Universe


Geeky in Seattle

If I’m being honest, I have to admit that before this last trip we’d never spent more than roughly 24 hours’ time actually in Seattle. We can luxuriate in a relatively bustling city scene here in Kansas City if we really want to (we generally don’t) but have nothing comparable to the ocean and mountains and temperate rainforests, so most of our time in the PNW is spent enjoying those natural splendors. And indulge in the outdoors we did: we walked stunning ocean shores, hiked to waterfalls, ventured to the northwestern most point of the continental U.S., decompressed with beautiful lakeside vistas and paraglided for unrivaled sights and exhilaration.

While searching for a hike near North Bend/Snoqualmie*, we stumbled across a film crew at a local diner. Perhaps you’ve heard about the resurrection of a cult favorite tv show, Twin Peaks… You guys, we were in North Bend while they were filming Twin Peaks! We really didn’t see much, as the flurry of crew members obscured most anything interesting and accessibility near the set was limited. (David Lynch was apparently unhappy with fan presence; this article was published the day before we coincidentally ended up on-site.) We might have been more obnoxious in trying to obtain photos had we binged all 22 episodes prior to going rather than just finishing it this week.
I can tell you that from a couple of blocks away, down a back alley, we saw the classic turquoise waitress dresses—couldn’t discern which actresses were wearing them. One gal had curly hair but looked too short and a bit too round to be the fictional Shelley Johnson.

*We never found the hike I had planned. Crews were working on Middle Fork Road, so that access was cut off and we opted to return to the hotel for an afternoon nap rather than search for work-arounds.

Twin Peaks wasn’t the only geeky indulgence on our vacation. The EMP Museum in downtown Seattle ensured that, as our time in town corresponded with the traveling exhibit “Star Wars and the Power of Costume.”

The exhibit itself was quite nice, if a bit overpriced. Past exhibits “Star Wars in Concert” and “Star Wars: Where Science Meets Imagination” showcased many of the same costumes, but that didn’t hamper my enthusiasm. This is, after all, the year of Star Wars!

EMP also featured brilliant exhibits for fantasy, horror and sci-fi costumes and artifacts. There was something for virtually every geeky indulgence, from Ghostbusters to the Wizard of Oz, Alien, Harry Potter, Doctor Who and Game of Thrones to The Princess Bride. I definitely recommend visiting if you can stand to pull yourself away from the majestic wilderness.

To see the full complement of photos from our trip, including MANY more geektastic exhibit images, trek on over to my share site (HERE).


SWCA Day 2

I’m not big on the OOTD (Outfit of the Day) trend…mostly because my outfits are rarely noteworthy. But today I’m going to brag a little, as my shirt is pretty dang special and particularly fitting for what’s happening some 1,500 miles away at San Diego Comic-Con.tfa shirt

It’s Hall H panel day for Star Wars: The Force Awakens!

So what does that have to do with my shirt? Well, my shirt is an authentic TFA shirt from Star Wars Celebration—the story of my acquisition goes back to April 17, 2015. (no, this is not a glamorous photo)

After a good night’s sleep at the Alpine Inn we got up early and made the short walk to the convention center for Day 2 of SWCA. We arrived to find C-3PO himself, Anthony Daniels, greeting fans in the queue.

Our plan for the day included buying convention exclusives, enjoying the Carrie Fisher panel, meeting my blogger friend starwarsanon, checking out the cosplay contest and watching the premiere of Revenge of the Sith in 3-D.

Nabbing convention-exclusive swag was calculated and seemed simple enough: divide and conquer. As soon as the door opened at 10am, we were on our way to our respective assignments. Severus waited in the Hallmark line—no, working for corporate doesn’t get you out of waiting with the other lemmings—while I tackled the Celebration Store. Each of us had to wait some 25 minutes to get into the merchandising meccas, but the Carrie Fisher panel wasn’t scheduled until 1:30pm so there was no concern.

The concern began to bud when I decided to wait around for one of the elusive TFA shirts that were restocked only sporadically. Staff members were quite literally swamped each time they brought out a new rack of shirts, everyone hoping to get their hands on TFA. It was like a reenactment of the zombie swarm scene from the end of The Walking Dead pilot episode, only with slightly less blood.

Being the pushover that I am, I waited to the side of the trampling hoards and implored staffers as politely as possible, hoping that good favor might befall me. Finally a kind employee decided to hand out the shirts from a big box, ensuring that people didn’t grab armloads and prematurely drain the supply. And so, with coveted shirt in hand, I set out for the checkout line at 1130am. The line inched along with unanticipated sluggishness, moving mere footsteps over the course of each quarter-hour. The frustration morphed into anger as I mentally calculated the remaining time to reach my destination; anger melted to despair and finally urgency as I reached the cashier’s booth at 125pm. IMG_2388I was relieved to have conquered the line with mere minutes to meet Severus for the Carrie Fisher panel—thankfully, he had queued and saved a spot hours earlier. And my relief exploded into a rush of panic when I tried to enter the arena and was informed that they weren’t allowing anyone else inside. “But I have a seat waiting for me,” I pleaded. No luck.

In a desperate attempt to find another entrance, I came across a couple of other people with the same plight. They gushed about having to use the restroom and finding themselves unable to get back in; I played along. An usher reluctantly agreed to let us in and watched very carefully to ensure that I did, in fact, have a seat reserved. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I settled in moments ahead of the lights dimming.

Carrie Fisher, along with her lazy-tongued dog Gary, took the stage by storm. Ms. Fisher is an absolute live wire, spewing sarcasm and profanity and utter hilarity…though we enjoyed the raucous display they wrapped the panel a bit prematurely after she dropped the ‘f bomb’. Star Wars is, at its core, family-friendly and it was clear the organizers wanted to keep it that way.

After the panel, we caught up with my friend starwarsanon and her husband. IMG_2398It’s so much fun meeting online acquaintances in person! If you haven’t checked out her corner of the internet yet, please do—she’s a dedicated blogger, big thinker and absolute delight*! I also still owe her a Star Wars-themed Hallmark picture frame 🙂
*if only she weren’t a Patriots fan hahaha.

The cosplay contest was somewhat less impressive than I’d hoped, especially given the quantity of brilliant costumery we saw throughout the exhibit hall. Nevertheless, we had a mighty laugh when co-emcee Dee Bradley Baker mispronounced “crocheted” as “crotched”…you probably had to be there to get the giggles like I still do.

The night wrapped with a double-feature screening of Revenge of the Sith (3-D) and A New Hope (Special Edition 😡 ). The audience was a little noisy and the seats were pretty uncomfortable for 4.5 hours of sitting, but I LOVE seeing Star Wars on a big ol’ screen!

So that’s what Day 2 looked like. As always, if you’d like to see the rest of my photos, check out the shared album here.