Blackmoor Vituperative

Okay, I know — we all know — that Star Wars 6 will suck. I know it as well as I know my own name and where I live. And yet, like the starry-eyed kid who saw Star Wars like 29 times in 1977, I will dutifully drag Susan to the theatre and sit patiently while George “Brain Damage” Lucas puts the final blaster-bolt into my dreams.

(sigh)

In the meantime, the Empire … er, I mean Wal-Mart… is hosting 48 Hours Of The Force this weekend, starting at 08:00 on Saturday morning. And yes, I’ll be there, too.

I’m an idiot.