A long time ago, in a Starbucks far, far away
Originally published at Disjunction. You can comment here or there.
There are times when I feel I’ve hit the heights of nerdery, when I look at family, friends, and acquaintances wondering why it is I am so very far removed from sharing their priorities in life. My home and office are decorated with objects that would drive a 10 year old child into raving lust. I am better versed in videogames and cartoons than I am in literature and wine. There isn’t a single day that passes without a reminder that I am not the same adult as the other adults I know.
But then I see things like this and realize that I’m far more normal than some people. The “this” in this case is a Manhattan group of Jedi enthusiasts who gather for light saber training. And the sad part is that I wish I were freakish enough to join them. How cool would that be? Getting together with Star Wars geeks, spinning through choreography, slashing through the air with your saber replica…
If Alec Guinness could do it, so can I.