Chew Heffner!
Okay, as many of you know Sundays are now officially SWS when it comes to my SG blog.
Star Wars Sundays!
Yessir, Star Wars Sundays!
With that said, I am an equal opportunity geek and enjoy all geekery, which includes the sometimes-conundrum [for others] which is defending a mutual love for both Star Trek and Star Wars. I know, I know, I can hear the gnashing of teeth over the interwebz but, lets face it, with all the editing, additions and 3D-ing that Lucas has done, sometimes we need to seek solace in another Star, see, even if it's only momentary satisfaction:
I want one of these.
Totally.
If you do not know what this is, please go stick your car key and/or metal fork into the nearest electrical socket.
So, back to Star Wars.
I've offered commentary on this theory before but I think it needs to be revisited. Growing up, I always appreciated Luke and thought that he took on a significant amount of responsibility. Alas, the whiny farm-boy naivete really got to me and, as a result, Han Solo was who I became drawn to as a role model. Let's face it, if you even remotely have an idea as to my personality, the semi-gruff, always-sarcastic demeanor that I wear like a finely-pressed set of scrubs is more than likely due to Han Solo worship as a kid.
Srsly.
Be like Han.
I may need a shirt of this.
I spend a fair amount of my non-clinic days at my desk answering calls from patients that are:
a) Kinda hurting
b) Definitely hurting
c) Way hurting and have questions about spinal surgery
d) Full of fucking shit pain med junkies
With that said, I will construct a fleet of these:
I will direct the leader of these squadrons to fly directly over to the pain med junkies house (I have their address in the computer, follow?) and initiate a battle to destroy these slobbering wretches like they were a Death Star Number Three.
"Oh, Scotty, you lack compassion for people that are just weak and reaching out in whatever manner possible to make themselves feel better." Yes, you're right. I do lack. I'm a sad, black little soul that dislikes weakness.
Thank Yoda we have artistic renderings like the Last Supper to draw spiritual strength and awareness from:
We'll now take a little break in the action. A few people have asked why I don't include more pictures of myself. This is probably because I take pictures of other things and never really stop to take them of myself.
Seems kinda odd that I would, actually. So, since I was just venting as to patients and work and such -- have a few pictures from work:
More Star Wars? In your face! I give you Poopertrooper!
And I give you Vader doing bonsai!
More Vader? More FINK!
Apologies that my blogs have been lacking in depth as of late but I don't find myself at the computer as much as I'd like. I'll provide some depth and sharing of personal happening in the near future, that's a promise.
Eye<3ewe,
Scotty
PS - On a completely non-Star Wars related note
Okay, as many of you know Sundays are now officially SWS when it comes to my SG blog.
Star Wars Sundays!
Yessir, Star Wars Sundays!
With that said, I am an equal opportunity geek and enjoy all geekery, which includes the sometimes-conundrum [for others] which is defending a mutual love for both Star Trek and Star Wars. I know, I know, I can hear the gnashing of teeth over the interwebz but, lets face it, with all the editing, additions and 3D-ing that Lucas has done, sometimes we need to seek solace in another Star, see, even if it's only momentary satisfaction:
I want one of these.
Totally.
If you do not know what this is, please go stick your car key and/or metal fork into the nearest electrical socket.
So, back to Star Wars.
I've offered commentary on this theory before but I think it needs to be revisited. Growing up, I always appreciated Luke and thought that he took on a significant amount of responsibility. Alas, the whiny farm-boy naivete really got to me and, as a result, Han Solo was who I became drawn to as a role model. Let's face it, if you even remotely have an idea as to my personality, the semi-gruff, always-sarcastic demeanor that I wear like a finely-pressed set of scrubs is more than likely due to Han Solo worship as a kid.
Srsly.
Be like Han.
I may need a shirt of this.
I spend a fair amount of my non-clinic days at my desk answering calls from patients that are:
a) Kinda hurting
b) Definitely hurting
c) Way hurting and have questions about spinal surgery
d) Full of fucking shit pain med junkies
With that said, I will construct a fleet of these:
I will direct the leader of these squadrons to fly directly over to the pain med junkies house (I have their address in the computer, follow?) and initiate a battle to destroy these slobbering wretches like they were a Death Star Number Three.
"Oh, Scotty, you lack compassion for people that are just weak and reaching out in whatever manner possible to make themselves feel better." Yes, you're right. I do lack. I'm a sad, black little soul that dislikes weakness.
Thank Yoda we have artistic renderings like the Last Supper to draw spiritual strength and awareness from:
We'll now take a little break in the action. A few people have asked why I don't include more pictures of myself. This is probably because I take pictures of other things and never really stop to take them of myself.
Seems kinda odd that I would, actually. So, since I was just venting as to patients and work and such -- have a few pictures from work:
More Star Wars? In your face! I give you Poopertrooper!
And I give you Vader doing bonsai!
More Vader? More FINK!
Apologies that my blogs have been lacking in depth as of late but I don't find myself at the computer as much as I'd like. I'll provide some depth and sharing of personal happening in the near future, that's a promise.
Eye<3ewe,
Scotty
PS - On a completely non-Star Wars related note
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I was always a bit more of a Trekkie than a Star Wars fan, I think. But I also had some strange fetish for the Darth Vader thing... go figure. :\
I love the idea of him doing Bonsai! XD