Drabble: Clowns

Clowns? Clowns?! Great. Clowns and Cyber-punk, heck it practically writes itself!

“Right,” Brunhilda lifted the crime scene tape, “I want you to go in, do your magical oogedy-boogedy stuff, and tell me what you learn.”
Cinder glanced down the grim alley and sighed, “Doesn’t Lone Star employ forensic mages for this?”
“I don’t trust those jerks. They act nice but then they place time-release invisibility hexes on your dress uniform.”
Cinder repressed a smirk, “Fine, but I’m still charging my full rate.”
Brunhilda engulfed her in an excited hug, “Thank you! And I’ll interrogate those locals about suspicious activity in the area.”
Cinder glanced at the group, “Those are mimes Hildy.”

Heroes: Spoilers

The Origin of MEG:

So we learned that although MEG started as an evil "company" goon, fatherhood has made him noble, likable even. All this time he's been protecting Claire from his creepy boss, Mr. Evil Executive (MEE) and Hiro's Dad (Sulu), who's also apparently, Evil.

This show has some serious Daddy issues.

Most of the ep was the rather tense standoff with the MEG family, Mushroom Cloud Ted, and Boring Psychic Guy, who would announce everything he was picking up from Claire's mind. Dude, where's the discretion?

I have to admit, that I have this urge to wander around and whisper in shocked tones, "Peter can do what I can do."

Invisible Crazy Man was MEG's first partner, until MEG shot him. I'm wondering how he managed to survive two shots and a long drop, but I think that littel detail will end up in the Heroes plot hole of doom.

Like where's the Wireless girl?

And how did MEG know that The Haitian had actually spoken to Claire?

And why doesn't everyone on the block now have radiation poisening? Except of course, Crispy Critter Claire?

And how do you spell poisoning anyway?

Plot Hole of Doom.

The Haitian has been playing mute for 14 years. That's dedication. Apparently, TH has been working an alternate agenda, but it's not for MEE. Linderman perhaps?

Speaking of Linderman, according to the previews we finally get to see him next week. From the two second shot of the back of his head, I think he looks like the architect from the Matrix movies.

Sighting of the Mysterious Symbol of Strange Mystery: 1- The Haitian's necklace.

Sunday Night TV

The Oscars:

The sound effect orchestra was wicked awesome.

You'd think after four hours, I'd have more to say.

But I don't.

The Amazing Race:
The old guys got eliminated, which is good, because I think one of them would have died if they stayed on much longer.

The lady with the little person (Charla Schmirna?) had a full on attack of crazy, throwing her worldly possessions at some poor, befuddled cab driver.

Kentucky still haven't learned that alliances don't work, although I was pleasently surprised when Mary came up with a clever strategy for solving the boardroom puzzle. Of course, she pretty much blew it by announcing her answer in a loud, clear voice to the security guard.
She definitely needs some lessons in sneaky.

This episode was pretty good, with lots of jockeying for first as planes were delayed, the racers faced difficult puzzles and tasks, failed their clue reading comprehension, got lost, stuck, nearly run over and threw hissy fits.

The previews for next week promise much more drama and fun, as Danielle has a nervous breakdown over fish.

Drabble: It's a long way down

Parts I & II:

Part I:

“A disturbed killer lurking in dark shadows” Son-ja mused, “Have you contacted Raven?”
“Every time I call, her servants answer and laugh until I hang up.” Grunt’s fingers tightened, wringing a protesting squeal from the steering wheel.
Meanwhile, at 13,000 feet, resplendent in black and gold, Raven jumped from the plane and began her aerial maneuvers. She flipped and came face to face with the inscrutable Mr. Johnson, who was lounging in mid-air.
“You!” Raven spluttered angrily, as she hung immobile “Let me go!”
He shrugged and Raven found herself falling once again, minus the comforting weight of her parachute.

And since I didn't want to leave you hanging, Part II:

“Just kidding!” Raven screamed as she plummeted. She came to a sudden jerking halt, upside down and glaring at Mr. Johnson, with his bland brown hair, brown eyes and incredible aura of power.
“I have a job for you.” He smiled, laughing at her thoughts.
“I’m retired” she drawled.
He ignored her. “Keep Officer Avantegarde alive while she hunts the Kiss Killer. It should be vastly entertaining.”
“That little twit! Why I would,”
“Rather fall to your death?” he interrupted with a raised eyebrow.
“Hate to see anything too fatal happen to an old comrade” Raven finished smoothly.

Friday Fun: Star Wars!

I really do love Lego figures. They're so adorable. I have a set of Batman figures on my fridge, with Robin currently sporting Joker's hair. I love Legos.

Neat!

Awesome interactive map of Mordor.

Our resident cartographer should make us a map of our superhero adventures!!

Drabble: Forget something?

I'm only posting two in one day because I got so very far behind. What can I say? These are difficult to write without the source material. However, thanks to a successful ninja mission the story can continue and I'll stop getting emails asking about it. Yeah for everyone!!

“It’s Hildy.” Grunt sighed, “She’s determined to be the lead on a case.”
“Lone Star has allowed this?” Son-ja asked.
“Her Daddy’s a suit.” Grunt grimaced “She’s taken the Kiss Killer case.”
“You think she’s in danger?”
“I think Seattle’s in danger.”
“Grunt,” Son-ja said patiently, “True, Brunhilda is young and inexperienced, but this may help her realize her full potential. Fledglings must be given the chance to fly.”
“Huh,” the orc grunted, “Have you forgotten the last time she tried to fly?”
Son-ja cringed, “Oh yes. That was messy.”
“Good thing it was only a two story roof.”

Drabble: Hitchhiker

The lonely slap of sandals against pavement echoed across the deserted street as Son-ja jogged her fifth mile in the early morning gloom. Behind her, a car eased out of a side street and rolled gently towards the samurai dwarf. Without breaking stride, Son-ja opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.
“Hello, friend Grunt. You need assistance?” Son-ja greeted the driver as she folded herself into a lotus position.
Behind the wheel, a massive green orc in a three piece suit grinned, showing his many teeth.
“I’d ask how you knew, but you won’t tell me,” he smiled.

American Idol: Snooze Fest

Thank heavens for DVR. This was a pretty low start for the top 12 guys. Where on earth did the get their song list? And that background animation screen! I haven't seen those kinds of backgrounds since my last school picture of mandatory humilation.

So let's see, I can't remember their names, but here's my sum up.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Hey! Beat Box Guy can sing!

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Ha ha! Teletubby slam!!

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Hmmm, the guy that went last was all right.

There you go. My indepth analysis of AI. Tonight we'll see if the girls fair any better.

The Bells!

It's 1:15, and the church next door is going absolutely bonkers with the bells. Anyone know why this might be?
They were playing a medley of hymns during the lunch hour (they have player bells) but now they're just banging away, old cathedral style.

Amazing Race- All Stars!

Yeah! Everyone clap for the return of the Amazing Race in its umpteenth season. Where everyone should really know by now that you never pick the task that has you searching for something tiny, especially when the other task comes with helpful cowboys to make things easy.

Hmm, right now there are too many people involved for me to go through this bit by bit, so let me sum up:

Phil had a really ugly shirt on at the beginning of the show, but thankfully changed into something less painful after the race got started.

Speaking of painful, watching frat boy run with his pierced nipples was definitely an overshare. Fortunately, I have access to ninja mind bleaching techniques and am saved from traumatic mental scarring.

I pity the rest of you though.

I was kind of hoping the two bald guys would go home. I mean, the one looks like he's about to keel over at any moment and the race Just Started. Not only did he lose the footrace, but he injured himself getting out of a cab. Dude.

If you know you're about to compete in a rigourous physical competition on national tv you might want to invest in a little physical training. That's all I'm saying.

Fortunately for them, some guy/girl team got really, really lost. Even more lost than the people who went through the south entrance of the park, meandered around, and still managed to come out ahead of Kentucky.

If I was an Ecuadoran taxi driver, I'd be really irate at all these Americans yelling "Rapido!" at me. One female taxi driver looked like she was about to turn around and start smacking people, except for the camera there in the front seat. You could tell she was thinking about it though.

Rob and Amber started strong, and apparently are "Really Mean" according to BSA. This is important stuff to know since when Rob actually did something nice (he held up the airport shuttle waiting for the Miami guys) he loudly told everyone that he wanted it "noted."

I honestly expected a stronger showing from the Beauty Queens. I guess in a race full of tough competitors, they won't be able to sail through so effortlessly this time.

Good.

What about you guys? Did you watch it? Do you already have a favorite? Or are you waiting for some more teams to go?

You know what we need?

Star Wars.

Madness!!

Terrifying but true, the Starbucks near my office was closed this morning! This can only mean one of two things:

1. The end of the world is nigh, or

2. I will be making my own hot chocolate this morning.

Madness I say!! Utter Madness!

Weekend Movie

I know I missed posting something fun on Friday, so here to make up, a short film on the joys of having a ninja for a roommate.

Friends!

I love that Robin is Rachel.

Story: Part the 20th

In which we finally continue, there is a surplus of adverbs, and BSA has a dance number.

Actually, it's been a little while so let's do a quick recap. Our four superheros were fighting the evil punk forces of Dr. Nose when they were suddenly sucked through a portal and found themselves in a strange new world. After narrowly avoiding a copyright infringement lawsuit, they defeated a faun in a game of boggle, thereby winning directions to "The Croquet Players" who might have some idea of how to get them home. So they are currently on their way to find these Players.

When we left, I asked you to pick the random encouter our heros were sure to have on their way to the Enchanted Forest.

Since I only got three votes, one each for A (Peanut Gallery), B (Hippies), C (Yama-Uba, the Mtn. Crone), I rolled a dice to see what our next adventure would be. . . and the dice roll is 5! So Yama-Uba the mountain crone.

Fresh from their triumph over the boggle faun, our four heroines continued on their way to the Menacing and Enchanted Forest. (MAEF) The mighty Amazon warrior Wonder Woman (WW) led the way, striding gallantly in her patriotic leathers. Her short blonde curls glinted in the sunlight as they picked their way below the snowline. Behind her was the fastidious Blood Sucking Accountant (BSA) still in Armani, still fond of puppies and hugs. The small, blonde BSA easily kept up with the much taller Amazon, singing a jaunty tune (Fergilicious) as she hiked. Much farther behind was the also-blonde Dictator For Life (DFL), who had changed from her toga to an outfit more suitable for the rough climate. Refusing to change out of her Sartore boots, (painful blisters) DFL lagged behind, muttering unpleasant things about mud, trails, and nature in general (“camping sucks.”) Bringing up the rear guard was The Author (TA) keeping to the shadows and spying for trouble, her ninja cowl made it impossible to determine her hair color(brownish-reddish-darkish.)

WW wormed her way through a tricky set of boulders and decided that this particular patch of mud would make for a good rest stop.
“Why are we stopping?” BSA asked brightly.
“Let’s wait for DFL and TA to catch up. I don’t like being so spread out on this mountain. It seems to have. . . intentions.” She scanned the horizon suspiciously.
“Okay. Want to see my new dance? I call it, ‘Hip Hop on a mountain.'”
So BSA danced while WW tried to think of a polite way to say, “No,” or “Please stop,” or “If I have to hear that song one more time I’m going to start drop kicking badgers.” Fortunately for the badgers, DFL finally made it round the boulders.
“This sucks! I am covered in mud!” DFL pointed dramatically at her boots and jeans.
TA appeared on top of a boulder, “Is it time for lunch? I’m starving.”
“Meatloaf time!” crowed WW.
“Yeah, let’s eat!” chimed in BSA, “let’s see how the Bag O’ Stuff (BOS) does duck a l’orange.”
“I vote for Cajun Grilled Shrimp (CGS).” DFL replied.
“What’s wrong with meatloaf?” an ignored WW wondered.
“I think the BOS is tired, guys. All I’m getting is ham and cheese.” TA distributed sandwiches.
As our heroes courageously ate their lunch, they were interrupted by a thin, quivery voice calling for help.
“Help!” the thin, quivery said. (Sorry, couldn’t help myself)
Everyone stopped mid-bite except WW. “To the rescue!” she yelled as she threw down her sandwich and raced towards the voice.
“Hey!” yelled TA, “The BOS worked hard on that!”
WW ploughed through the scrub, following the calls of distress. Behind her, she could sense her compatriots following, and in one case, cursing (guess who?) She burst into a small clearing, where a pile of dirty rags holding a knobby walking stick sat mewling on the rotted remains of a half-buried log. As the rags shifted WW could see that it was actually an old and extremely dirty woman. Her face was like an overripe apple, withered and brown as greasy wisps of grey hair crept from a tattered hood.
“Oh! Oh! Oh I’ve lost my house!” the old woman cried as she rocked back and forth on the log, her hands constantly twisting on the walking stick.
“It’s all right ma’am, I’m here to help.” WW approached her cautiously as her teammates arrived on the scene. “It’s all right guys” WW waved them back, “She’s just lost.”
“Oh what will I do?! I’ve lost my house and it’s getting dark!” The old woman looked plaintively up at WW.
"Dark?" muttered TA, "it's full noon."
DFL Looked at her and rolled her eyes as she made the universal "Crazy Cat Lady" sign.
“We’ll help you find your house. I promise.” WW said as she gently placed a hand in the general vicinity of where an arm might logically be.
“You will?” she snuffled pathetically.
“You have my super hero word of honor ma’am.” WW replied solemnly, her face somber despite the miasma of pungent odors swirling about her.
“Good!” the OW crowed, her voice suddenly strong. In an eye blink she grabbed WW’s shoulder, swinging up from the log and onto WW’s back. Two shuriken flew towards the OW’s head only to thunk solidly into her staff. BSA tossed a ten-key paper grenade but it exploded uselessly around the pair.
“She has a shield!” called BSA.
“That’s totally cheating!” DFL complained as the rocks she summoned hung uselessly in the air.
“Get off of me you crazy old bat!” WW yelled as she tried to grab the woman behind her, but every time she came close the OW whapped her head with the stick.
“Now, now, you gave Yama-Uba (YU) your word, and until you fulfill it you are my slave.” She cackled evilly. “Now, let’s go get that house.” Yama-Uba grabbed two fistfuls of WW’s hair, clucked her tongue and kicked her heels into WW’s ribs.
“I Am Not A Horse!!” WW yelled defiantly but, to her horror, her legs began to move under YU’s commands.
“Faster! Faster!” screeched YU and WW sprinted off into the brush.
“Well, crap.” Sighed DFL.

Our heros must save WW! Do they:

A: Track them down
B: Set an elaborate trap
C: Have milk and cookies
D: Cut their losses

Only you can decide! Tune in next time for: The Hunt for Wonder Woman!

Friend or Foe?

Since we actually hit 40 degrees today I decided to walk to Borders during lunch, which has already launched its Harry Potter promotion in the form of giant posters that say, "Severus Snape, Friend or Foe?"
The poster is split in half, with each side featuring a picture of Severus, wearing his most angry face and blasting away with his wand. I assume that on the Foe side he is smiting hapless Potion students and on the Friend side he is, oh I don't know, clearing out Hogwarts' infamous rat population or something.

Inside you can get these handly little papers which detail the arguments for Friend or Foe depending on which side you happen to belooking at.(Hint: Purple is Friend, the Barney influence?) This is a great resource if you need a quick review on Harry and Snape's shenanigans without re-reading the series.

Ouch!

Ninja Report

BSA's laptop has displayed all the longevity of a lemming as various internal bit and pieces commit electronic seppuku. However, every trip to tech support has only led to more problems. Since she bought it, the laptop has spent more time at the tech service than at home.

Today, using my ninja skills, I discovered why this poor little laptop has such problems.

Ninja NY

This looks like an amazing restaurant. I need to go to the Ninja Castle.

Bad writing

I was just perusing the 2006 awards for the Bulwar-Lytton contest.

The contest is to write the worst possible opening sentence for a novel.

This dishonorable mention from Detective Fiction is my favorite so far:

"Christmas Eve fell upon the piazza, and the pealing, the tintinnabulous pealing, (perhaps not a pealing but an incessant tinkling, albeit an appealing incessant tinkling) of the street performers reached my ears, masking the shot, which would have rung out had not the tintinnabulations raised such an incessant tinkling that the sound died as dead as the musician who fell like Christmas Eve at my feet - his bell having been rung."

Ben Ross
Lexington, NC

This Runner Up for Historical Fiction is sad but true.

The McCain boys strode off proudly to fight in the Civil War, one for the Union and one for the Confederacy, neither of them giving a single thought to who would play them in the television movie of their story, which would be decided more than a hundred years later by 20-something casting agents who kept getting the Civil War and World War II mixed up.

Carmen Fought
Diamond Bar, CA

Winner: Purple Prose
A single sparkling tear fell from Little Mary's cheek onto the sidewalk, then slid into the storm drain, there to join in its course the mighty waters of the Los Angeles River and, eventually, Long Beach Harbor, with its state-of-the-art container-freight processing facilities.

Bill Mac Iver
Berkeley, CA

For Valentines:
Winner: Romance
Despite the vast differences it their ages, ethnicity, and religious upbringing, the sexual chemistry between Roberto and Heather was the most amazing he had ever experienced; and for the entirety of the Labor Day weekend they had sex like monkeys on espresso, not those monkeys in the zoo that fling their feces at you, but more like the monkeys in the wild that have those giant red butts, and access to an espresso machine.

Dennis Barry
Dothan, AL

Heroes

****SPOILERS*********

This week's episode was all about family drama:

Jessinicki had a cool metronome mirror thing, which called up Jessica, who then tasered the tar out of her poor therapist. Ouch. Linderman gets them released, and then Nicki has an adventure in the looking glass.

Wouldn't it be cool if she got stuck in one of those glassey high rises? And she could run through all the offices and make people think it was haunted? That's what I would do. I'd steal all their staples, and switch the coffee randomly between caff and decaff.

Cause I'm evil like that.

Peter had one of those falling dreams, except that he wasn't asleep and didn't wake up in time.

I'm pretty sure that last sentence makes total sense in context.

I love Peter's teacher, who proves that someone beside Hiro can have good lines. His justification for pitching Peter off a roof (Fly Peteh!! FLY!!) was awesome.

Sulu is not the world's greatest dad. I liked Hiro's sister though. Together they make him see the light, and everyone is happy.

There was a romantic subplot or something going on there between the artist and the Love Interest girl.

Ms. Torch seems lovely, and the revelation about Claire's Dad reduced all conversation in my house to "NO WAY!!"

Claire will be ready to join the CIA by the time she graduates high school. She's gotten so sneaky and clever.

The whole Sylar thing with MEG and Mrs. MEG was intense. Wow. That's pretty much all I have to say about that.

I feel bad for Mrs. MEG though, and her poor much abused brain.

Apparently, the roof with the pigeons is very important and symbolic, even though it does not resemble the letter A. (Sorry, channeling my honors english teacher there)

Boring cop did not make an appearence this episode, but the previews for next week show him duking it out with Jessinicki, and getting his trash kicked. This made me cheer, and BSA told me I was evil.

Sightings of the mysterious symbol of strange mystery: 1

Yeah!! I saw it! I saw it! I saw it!

What do you guys think? What's up with the pigeon roof? Will Jessinicki kill boring cop guy? Will we finally see Linderman? And what about tick tock ticking Sylar??

The Rage

Ever get the small pit of anger that's burning deep, deep inside your center?

Must be time for Vampires.



And of course, Evangelion.



One more:



Kay... I feel better.

The Wasteland, by T.S. Eliot

Speaks to me.

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain

The Legend of Hot Dog Guy

* Not the actual hot dog guy

A little background for this story. It happened when I was just a young ninja, working in a convienance store during summer break from Ninja State University. As part of my initiation into the ranks of the employed, I had to clean..wait for it... the Hot Dog Machine. DUM Dum DUMMMM.

It was nasty. I'm talking Creature of the Black Lagoon nasty with the cloying grease, the thick hot dog rich odors, the mystery substance on the rollers that Would Not Come Off, and in the trap, the horrible sludge of hot dog water.

I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.

Anyway, the next day I went on my blind date with HDG. I had just gotten off and I was starving. He asked "So, what would you like to do?"

This really should've been my first hint that all was not well. Honestly, you should probably have some sort of clue before the girl gets in the car.

I replied, "I don't care as long as we eat. I'm starving."
He said Okay, and that we would meet up with some other couples to go out to eat, and did I have any preferences.

I told him "Anything but hot dogs" and preceded to tell him about my dreadful battle with the hot dog slime-generating machine of doom.

We drove to the dorms at BYU. This was my first "Really?" moment of the night, but I let it slide since we were supposedly meeting up with more couples for some sort of group date thing.

We ended up hanging out there for over 3 hours with various roommates and people. Playing basketball. Well he played basketball. He couldn't understand why I didn't play even though I repeatedly mentioned the fact that I hate playing basketball.

Apparently he didn't use such instensive critical anaylsis skills for his course work there.

I also couldn't get him to ditch his "friends" to do something else because this guy was a total pansy.

Perhaps the BYU dorm RAs meet out some terrible and horrific punishment for anyone who dares to leave a group date. Anyway, the people were waiting for finally showed up, told everyone they were dumb for waiting so long (Thank You!!) and we all drove down to someone's party. Where there was no food. So we went to yet another place with a "party" where there was an even bigger lack of anything edible.

I'm unfamiliar with BYU standards on partying, but I would assume it's okay to feed people who come to your house.

By now I was beyond angry. I spend most of time hanging out and bashing my date with another girl who was duped into this nightmare. That was the high point of my evening. HDG finally managed to find us and said that someone was going to buy some hot dogs so that we would have something to eat.

I managed to resist the urge to punch his smug face.

And then... AND THEN!! He asked me to pitch in 5 bucks for the hot dogs.

Words cannot describe my deep and abiding hatred for this loser. I chewed him out and sent him off to find food. He came back with hot dogs.

Did I eat one? Absolutely not. It was a matter of principle now. Although that didn't stop him from eating several right in front of me.

Fortunately by this time I had discovered that he was of a sensitive and delicate nature. So I had concocted a revenge scheme of telling every nasty, violent, gory story I knew. If I got him to puke, I'd win.

You know, more dates need detailed analysis of the symptoms of the bubonic plague. It builds character.

I also remember belittling his hobbies, studies, hopes, dreams and whatever else the fool was naive enough to tell me, with points scored for every person I could get to laugh at his expense.

This was my last blind date. There will not be another. I don't know if this is related, but I didn't date another church guy for 9 years.

UPDATE: I tell a lie. I was repressing another painful night in 2001 with yet another BYU Cheap-O. Honestly, where did we get this idea that if you take a girl someplace nice (and I'm not talking Ten Penh here, I'm talking freaking Chili's) than it's shallow and worldly, but if you drag her through some ghetto hell-hole it's charming and creative?

I blame that stupid Jack Wheylan book.

I guess the moral is: I'm a pretty low-key girl, but if you're a young, working professional and you take me to McDonald's and then the local sticky-shoe for our first date, I will totally make you pony up for popcorn, you cheap bastard.

Bummer

I bought a drink from the nice street vendor on my way to work this morning, and the top half is completely frozen.

Also, I'm no longer certain about the existence of my ears. I probably should have worn a hat.

Also also: strawberry milkshake pop tarts are the most fragile members of the pop tart family. Simply thinking about putting one in a toaster will cause it to instantly shatter into tiny pieces.

Oh frosted raspberry. I miss you so!

And I really need a drink to wash down these not-warm pop tart pieces. Thaw dang you!! Thaw!!

UPDATE: The Potomac looks really weird when it's frozen.

Brrr

It's flippin' freezing today!! Building management is strengthening our office ninja skills through extreme temperature training. Given how cold it is on the top floor, I can only assume that the rest of the building is populated by mutant ice zombies.

Do you know what sounds good?




I promise I'll post about Hot Dog Guy once my fingers have thawed out.

Friday Fun

Avatar AMV of the Spider-Man 3 trailer.

Happy Friday!!

Let's start our non-snow storm Friday with a little Star Wars.