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Monday, May 28, 2007
Back from Los Angeles.

And first of all, to the jerk who stole my digital camera, I hope you can live with yourself knowing that half the pictures on that camera were from my daughters first birthday party. "Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord".

So normally I'd post some cool pictures from the Star Wars celebration here. But in case you didn't read my opening sentence above, you should go read it right now. I did however get to meet Seth Green, Breckin Meyer, and Carrie Fisher. All of whom are the same height incidentally. Carrie is SHORT. IMDB says she's 5'1". I had no idea. I was totally surprised. And when I say met, I don't mean I got her autograph by paying $25 and waiting in line, I just happened to be in the right place at the right time for all 3 of those celebrities.

Anyway, here's some realizations I had while I was there:

1. I no longer love Star Wars the same way I used to even a few years ago. I wasn't overly excited to be there, I didn't scream with joy when they unveiled the cool new news and stuff, and I definitely realized there are more important things in life than Star Wars. I mean people were genuinely upset that Yoda won the contest over Darth Vader for the new Star Wars stamp that will be available in September. I just can't imagine getting myself worked up over that kind of stuff when I have a beautiful one-year old daughter at home walking through the house saying "daddy?" while I was gone. Don't get me wrong, I still love Star Wars, but not in the way I used to. You won't find me at Toys R Us or Target going on toy hunts late at night or early in the morning anymore. I'll leave that to the people who would step over their own grandmother to get the last rare figure on the peg.

2. Which brings me to my next point. Listen carefully Ebay Star Wars seller, because I'm talking to YOU. Just because you DO step over your grandmother in order to get that exclusive or rare figure, and just because you DO know that the lightsaber packaged with the 1998 Luke was 1-inch shorter than normal, making that error figure 200 times more valuable than the normal figure, AND just because you wait in line for hours at the celebration to get 6 or 12 or 24 of the exclusive "Event Only" figure that you're going to sell for triple the price on Ebay the next day DOES NOT MAKE YOU A BUSINESSMAN. IT DOES NOT MAKE YOU AN ENTREPRENEUR. IT DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE A JOB. It means you are a scalper, and that you need a real job, and you need to get a life. If you're between the ages of 30 and 50, and your "job" is to wake up early and stay up late to go to toy stores to get the rare figures to sell on Ebay later, you need help and should seek immediate council. I'm so tired of you. You disgust me. You're always out of shape and wearing a Star Wars or Hot Wheels t-shirt, you can never talk about anything other than toys and prices of those toys and various other toy related topics. It's one thing to have a hobby and collect toys or coins or hot wheels or even comics, but it's a whole nother thing to trick yourself into believing that scalping people and taking advantage of those with real jobs who can't get to Toys R Us at 7am is a "job". (By the way, even when I went on toy hunts late at night and early in the morning it was never to make a profit or to sell them later. I just collected that stuff for myself)

3. Sometimes the people that you think care about you, really only care about themselves.

4. I love Los Angeles.

5. The Avalanches album from 2000, entitled "Since I left you" is probably the coolest thing I've ever listened to. I REALLY hope they are still together and put out another album sometime. "Electricity" is a song I can listen to over and over and over again.

6. There are two parking structures at the Los Angeles Convention Center. Both look exactly the same and both have sections like "F8". This makes it almost impossible after walking around for 10 hours for you to remember which structure you actually parked in. Thank God for Filipino security guards driving around in golf carts. This dude took me RIGHT TO my car. I didn't even tell him where I thought I had parked, or what my car was near. I just told him I couldn't figure out where my car was and that I was SURE this is where I parked it. He then told me to hop on and drove out of the one parking structure, across the street to the next one, and RIGHT TO my car. I told him he was an angel.

7. Finally, I realized there's nothing better than enjoying the things in life that you truly love, with someone at your side that truly loves you.....

I wish I hadn't gone alone, it would have been special to share it with my wife. It's not that I didn't invite her, and at one point she was actually coming. But family stuff happened, and at the last minute she couldn't make it. I thought I'd be just as happy alone as I would have been if she was there anyway. But I was wrong.

posted by Ricky @ 12:00 AM  
  • At 5/30/2007 09:30:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Very awesome site!
    Some very awesome points as well.
    Rock on.

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