This past weekend, Nup hosted a funtacular movie night at his house, owing to the fact that he has a movie projector and projector screen, along with a lot of other weird stuff that most people don't have, like a matched pair of bee puppets, as one isolated example, of which there are many.

Anyway, the lot of us proceeded to throw popcorn on his floor and make fun of the whiny Luke Skywalker ("What a piece of junk! I can't get involved right now!") as we watched the latest DVD release of the Star Wars trilogy, episode whatever, "A New Hope," otherwise known by rational humans as "the first one." For Nup, once the type of kid who carried all of his Star Wars action figures around in a Darth Vader head, the screening became a game of spot-the-CGI, in which key digitally tampered moments were explained to the rest of us in attendance, most of whom had not seen Star Wars in full since being smuggled into the Sacramento 6 drive-in under a blanket by cost-conscious parental guardians in 1977 (an entirely hypothetical example).

Indeed certain scenes had been imprudently pixilated, with the airbrushed addition of extraneous reptilian Digiwolves amidst the summer stock cardboard droid props and feathered hairstyles of Tatooine. None of this is news to legions of internet fanboys, who have catalogued every spruced pixel of "A New Hope" for skeptical purists o'er the galaxy, still sore over the Han Solo-emasculating Greedogate debacle from the Special Edition release in '97.

But enough about my impressions: where do you clock in on the changes? Did George Lucas paint a mustache on the Mona Lisa by Photoshopping Jabba the Hutt into a randomly expunged scene once featuring, basically, a really fat guy? It is questions like these that will keep the fan base atwitter long after the last flying chunk of Death Star shrapnel plinks against the distant limits of our imagination.

The problem is, you need content on both sides of the page

If you don't have content in both columns, things look lopsided, so I have to put something over here.

For those of you who think it is summer, and who are outside in the sun and all of that summer kind of *^%@, I sure as h*** hope you are enjoying yourselves. It has been raining in Seattle for a month now, and I am sort of wanting to read the book of Genesis, even though I am an atheist, to see what happens next, regarding the great flood and most probably God's wrath, since God without the wrath is like Eminem with his pants pulled up, or a Bush that doesn't squint in a manner both sinister and confused, or... help me out here people. I told you the content generator was down!

While I am on the subject of the Bushes, doesn't Beau Bridges so have the part of Jeb locked up for A Right to Cry: The Terri Schiavo Story (so long as he gets his eyebrows waxed)?

More nontent

It would appear that tiny-dog's proprietary content generation software is experiencing technical difficulties, and was found last night on the couch drinking beer and watching three tivo'd episodes of Dog: The Bounty Hunter (and probably would have followed that with Britney and Kevin: Chaotic, if a certain spousal unit had not banned the latter show from the DVR, for some totally idiotic reason that no one understands).

In the meantime, tiny dog invites you to read Enigmatic Zero, which details the exploits of a booze-loving, shoe-admiring coder in pursuit of her MCP certification.

Also if you are not already a fan, there is dooce.com, but let anyone who does not like graphic discussions about poop to proceed with caution, because this blogger has no reservations about discussing the scatalogical side of life.

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