Things Kids Say Thursday: Rogue One

We love Star Wars in my family. We watch the movies over and over, have light saber battles, talk about it at length. We get especially irritated when other people — like my dad — confuse Star Wars and Star Trek and call us “trekkies.” Even Baby Girl loves Star Wars (she’s seen bits and pieces) — she walks around humming Darth Vader’s music, calls for her light saber, and tells us she needs BB-8 because she’s Rey.

We went to see the new one last week, Rogue One. (And Sam and I saw it again last night for our date night.) We all thought it was amazing and did a great job of showing the events that led to episode four. All three of us walked out of the theater wiping tears away. I won’t go into specifics because spoilers, but the tears were in part due to just how damn good it was.

While talking about the movie on the way home, Little Man had a question.

“That was one of the best movies ever! It had such a great story. Do you think Shakespeare wrote Rogue One?”

screenshot-2016-12-22-at-2-20-07-pmAfter a good laugh, I had to break it to LM that, no, The Bard had nothing to do with writing any of the Star Wars movies.

(While looking for an image to include, I stumbled across William Shakespeare’s Star Wars Trilogy on Amazon. The trilogy is retold in Shakespeare’s writing style. I’m so getting that!)

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T is for Tattoos (Nerdy Ones, Of Course!)

What’s the best way to let people know what a nerd (or dork) you are, on the off-chance the way you look isn’t enough? Nerdy tattoos!

I’ve shared a couple of my tattoos on this blog before, but since today is “T” for the A to Z Challenge, I shall share them again, as well as the others that I didn’t share.

I got my first tattoo during my third-life crisis. After giving it much consideration for about a week, I decided to get my son’s name tattooed on the inside of my wrist. It’s in the Tengwar alphabet, Quenya mode, which you may recognize if you’re a Lord of the Rings fan.

(I’ve had exactly one person recognize the origin of my tattoos in two years–that was a guy who is considerably dorkier than me…so cool as hell IMO…who works in the local video game store.)

I stayed up for hours during that week learning what I could about the language so I wouldn’t translate Little Man’s name wrong, plus downloading various font packages and playing around with them on GIMP. There is more than one way to translate it, so making sure I did it right was important (after all, I don’t want ‘poopy face’ tattooed on my wrist!). I’m sure there’s a chance that it’s wrong–and if you are fluent and it’s something that doesn’t make sense, I’d rather not know–but here is the first tattoo:

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I got the second tattoo shortly after the first one, also during the third-life crisis, because I didn’t like that my wrists seemed unbalanced. Good reasoning, huh? It (supposedly) says “love” (again, if I messed it up, I don’t wanna know, ignorance is bliss!):

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After I got pregnant, I couldn’t get anymore tattoos for a while. Apparently it’s frowned upon for knocked up women to get ink (that and health reasons). So after Baby Girl was born, I realized that I needed to get her name tattooed as well, but I was unsure of where to put it since my other wrist was occupied (dammit). I decided to add in my grandmother’s and our first baby’s initials, as well as Baby Girl’s, with Little Man’s and wrap it around my wrist:

Why, yes, I do have a lot of freckles.

And since that clearly wasn’t enough ink to get at once, I also decided to go ahead and get Tolkien’s writer’s symbol and the quote “not all those who wander are lost” (part of a poem from The Fellowship of the Ring) tattooed on my leg. I originally wanted the tree of Gondor, the writer’s symbol, and “All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost,” so I think it was a good compromise.

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Thank god I found this so I didn’t have to shave my leg for you people!

“You’re done now, right?” my husband asked after that one.

“Yeah, probably.”

Nope. A few months later, it struck me that I needed a tattoo paying homage to Shakespeare. Since Hamlet is my favorite (so cliche, I know), I decided to get Hamlet’s last spoken line and a quill tattooed on my arm:

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And that’s all I have, for now. I’ve decided that I’ll add to the quill tattoo to get a half sleeve on my arm and have been over some ideas for that, but since tattoos can be rather expensive, that won’t be happening anytime within the next two weeks.

J is for Joss Whedon

There is no Hollywood person that I have more respect for than Joss Whedon. Nearly everything he touches (that I have seen) is absolutely brilliant.

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You may know him as the guy who created Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. Or as the guy who created Firefly, a show that was canceled way too early, to put it lightly. For more recent stuff, he’s the guy who produced Agents of SHIELD and directed both The Avengers and Avengers: Age of Ultron.

To top that off, he also directed a couple episodes of my favorite TV show, The Office, was one of the writers of the Toy Story screenplay, and did the whole shebang on a modernized version of Much Ado About Nothing, which he filmed at his home, since he’s a huge Shakespeare geek.

(If you haven’t seen Much Ado and are a fan of Buffy and Angel, I encourage you to check it out–if you have Amazon Prime, you can watch it for free. Alexis Denisof and Amy Acker are the leads and if you were crushed by the Wesley/Fred storyline on Angel, then this will make you immensely happy.)

Oh yeah, he has also written some comic book series, including Angel: After The Fall, which takes place after the show was canceled, plus created the Astonishing X-Men.

Can you see why I included him in my nerd life theme? This guy rocks almost every single aspect of it.

E is for E…That’s Me!

When I finally finished putting my list for the A to Z Challenge together, I had “Ewoks vs. Gungans” for my E day. I quickly realized that no, I don’t really want to write about two crappy Star Wars species…

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(Yes, I’ve recently discovered the fun that is BitStrips. Four years after everyone else. So sue me.)

My first name starts with an E. I’m a bit nerdy. So writing a little about myself for the E day isn’t the worst idea in the world. To quote my husband “what do you mean ‘what should I write about myself?’ your entire existence is nerdy. Start from there.”

Here are some nerdy tidbits about myself:

  • I have three different tattoos that were inspired by The Lord of the Rings. I spent countless hours researching Tengwar and the different variations possible for the tattoos. I have plans for more, plus a Star Wars tat. If you can interpret the tattoo below, then message me–we’ll be best friends for life.  If you can interpret the tattoo and somehow I’ve effed up on the interpretation, then don’t tell me–this shit is permanent.
  • I happen to think Shakespeare is da bomb. I memorized an entire play for fun once when I was in the tenth grade. (Nope, not exaggerating). It took a long time. I’m pretty sure spending Saturday nights doing this didn’t help me win any popularity contests, but my grandmother enjoyed it.
  • I still have my NES game system from when I was a kid. It works for 10-15 minutes here and there so I can get my Super Mario Bros. fix in.
  • Both of my kids have names that were inspired by LOTR, sort of. My husband wouldn’t go for Strider or Arwen for either of the names, but we compromised by using names from the actors. So not as cool, but it’ll probably guarantee less teasing as they get older.

That’s it for today. There are some other things I’d like to include, but I have plans for those for other posts later in the month.

Get Thee to a Nunnery

What the heck was I thinking, making my doctor’s appointment at 8:00 in the freaking morning? Obviously I wasn’t.

Going straight from waking up to taking a quick shower to going out the door leaves me no time to mentally prepare for the appointment, which I rather sucked at doing in the first place. Maybe probably sounds silly–“mentally preparing” for an appointment, but I get rather nervous about going and need a little time to calm myself (which means going from a 10 to a 9).

I’ve made my pros and cons list for my new medication. I’ve written stuff down on this blog over the past few weeks. I should totally know what I’m going to say, right?

Yet when I picture actually being in there and being asked “So, how are things going?” my mind is drawing a complete blank.

Gah. Words. Why must I suck with them?

I should just go all Shakespeare and prepare a monologue.

Or steal bits and pieces from various Shakespearean monologues. From Hamlet. Namely, Hamlet. Because I ❤ him.

Doctor: Has the new medication been working?

Me: To be, or not to be, that is the question—
Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them?

Doctor: Ah, I see. Well, why do you think that’s happening?

Me: How the fucketh shouldst I know?*

Doctor: Can you further describe your symptoms?

Me: How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on’t! ah, fie!

Doctor: GTFO.

Probably wouldn’t get any stranger looks than normal.

Nah, might be better to just shove that pros and cons list (which is complete with my husband’s “acting less like a zombie”) in her face and hope there are no further questions.

*Not found in the first three editions of Hamlet.