The Force is still strong with this one
May. 26th, 2007 12:12 amYeah, it may be after midnight, but did you think I'd really let the 30th anniversary of Star Wars go by without a post? Much to learn have you, young Jedi. Aheh.
I remember seeing Star Wars in the theater--just barely. I would have been a scant eight years old or so at the time, and all I can bring up out of memory is this vague sense of having seen that enormous Star Destroyer at the very beginning of the movie, looming ever so impressively on the screen. I didn't really kick into adoring the films until Empire, though--when I was getting old enough for my sympathies to be shifting off of Luke. Because I'd noticed Han, and I was starting to think that the Scoundrel was awfully, awfully hot.
Really, though, my true Star Wars fandom didn't kick in till I grew up and started playing the MUSHes. My partiality to Mr. Ford had lasted straight on into my adulthood, and several of my MUSH compatriots (yes,
mamishka,
kieri, and
kisanthe, I am looking in your directions) took gleeful advantage of this by throwing my characters love interests who were very thinly disguised Han or Indy clones. Nine kinds of fun.
But none of it matched the chance to indulge my Star Wars fandom by playing Solo himself on Star Wars MUSH for two and a half years running. I still have the logs and still periodically go back and re-read them, I loved playing Han so much. I have over a dozen Star Wars novels. I never much collected the figures, but I do have a couple of Hans given me by the loverly
mamiska. I have a stuffed Chewbacca toy, and a Chewie keyring. I adore A.C. Crispin's Solo trilogy as well as Brian Daley's older Solo novels. And A New Hope was the movie that started it all.
I am an ardent devotee of the Church of Han Shot First. I love each and every one of his lines, including bragging about making the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs (and it makes me giggle and giggle that Crispin actually tried to come up with an in-plot way for that to make sense, in her novels). I love that Solo, the original King of Cocky, snarks on Luke for it. I love that the gentlemen doth protest too much about how all he really wants is money. I love him charging after stormtroopers yelling his damnfool head off. Great Maker, I loves me some Solo.
And say what you will about how ol' George has gotten grabby with the quarters in the last many years... but he's still the man that gave me my Solo, and for that, tonight, I raise a glass in the honor of the movie that started it all. Thanks, George. You really did get it right the first time.
I remember seeing Star Wars in the theater--just barely. I would have been a scant eight years old or so at the time, and all I can bring up out of memory is this vague sense of having seen that enormous Star Destroyer at the very beginning of the movie, looming ever so impressively on the screen. I didn't really kick into adoring the films until Empire, though--when I was getting old enough for my sympathies to be shifting off of Luke. Because I'd noticed Han, and I was starting to think that the Scoundrel was awfully, awfully hot.
Really, though, my true Star Wars fandom didn't kick in till I grew up and started playing the MUSHes. My partiality to Mr. Ford had lasted straight on into my adulthood, and several of my MUSH compatriots (yes,
But none of it matched the chance to indulge my Star Wars fandom by playing Solo himself on Star Wars MUSH for two and a half years running. I still have the logs and still periodically go back and re-read them, I loved playing Han so much. I have over a dozen Star Wars novels. I never much collected the figures, but I do have a couple of Hans given me by the loverly
I am an ardent devotee of the Church of Han Shot First. I love each and every one of his lines, including bragging about making the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs (and it makes me giggle and giggle that Crispin actually tried to come up with an in-plot way for that to make sense, in her novels). I love that Solo, the original King of Cocky, snarks on Luke for it. I love that the gentlemen doth protest too much about how all he really wants is money. I love him charging after stormtroopers yelling his damnfool head off. Great Maker, I loves me some Solo.
And say what you will about how ol' George has gotten grabby with the quarters in the last many years... but he's still the man that gave me my Solo, and for that, tonight, I raise a glass in the honor of the movie that started it all. Thanks, George. You really did get it right the first time.