McHenry County Blog

In world far, far away, etc.

This image was captured on the Star Wars ride at Disney World just as the space ship was taking off.

You can see the ride wasn’t crowded.

There’s only one head in the photo in the row in front of us.

In world far, far away, etc.

This image was captured on the Star Wars ride at Disney World just as the space ship was taking off.

You can see the ride wasn’t crowded.

There’s only one head in the photo in the row in front of us.

When I saw the Chicago Tribune headline yesterday,

I thought Star Wars.

Not knowing the plot as well as my son, I had to ask my son whether the Empire represented good or bad.

“Bad,” was the immediate answer.

So there’s no contest of what character should represent Rod Blagojevich:

And where would I find a photo of Darth Vader?

I looked to see if I took one at Disney World.

Guess I didn’t get close enough.

Now, I know it was not Rod Blagojevich in the costume.

I doubt Blagojevich has ever been in McHenry County, except maybe to get to Rockford for the first 2002 gubernatorial debate, which he and GOP candidate Jim Ryan conspired to exclude me. (Part of the Tollway goes through the southwestern edge of McHenry County.)

So, just think of it as a representation of concept.

Now, the clone warriors, because of the recent cartoon movie, “Star Wars: The Clone Wars,” I know are good guys.

Maybe they represent Illinois state representatives.

Maybe they will take Darth Vader out of our universe before he does more evil.

When I saw the Chicago Tribune headline yesterday,

I thought Star Wars.

Not knowing the plot as well as my son, I had to ask my son whether the Empire represented good or bad.

“Bad,” was the immediate answer.

So there’s no contest of what character should represent Rod Blagojevich:

And where would I find a photo of Darth Vader?

I looked to see if I took one at Disney World.

Guess I didn’t get close enough.

Now, I know it was not Rod Blagojevich in the costume.

I doubt Blagojevich has ever been in McHenry County, except maybe to get to Rockford for the first 2002 gubernatorial debate, which he and GOP candidate Jim Ryan conspired to exclude me. (Part of the Tollway goes through the southwestern edge of McHenry County.)

So, just think of it as a representation of concept.

Now, the clone warriors, because of the recent cartoon movie, “Star Wars: The Clone Wars,” I know are good guys.

Maybe they represent Illinois state representatives.

Maybe they will take Darth Vader out of our universe before he does more evil.

Noon.

First showing in Crystal Lake on Friday.

My son talked me into taking him and a friend to see

There is a real feel to a Star Wars movie. The most exciting parts of them are the animation, after all.

There is as much fighting as in a video game (more than in the movies with people) and not having humans probably made it easier to make.

I did think Jabba The Hutt looked better as a puppet than a cartoon character though, and the cartoon characters were pretty stylized.

Then, there was Jabba’s Uncle Ziro (or maybe it was the kidnapped baby Rotta The Huttlet, Jabba’s son’s uncle; hard to tell).

Power hungry Ziro runs a night club in the capital of the Republic.

And, he’s a transvestite.

No clothes, just like Jabba, but painted purple (my son says, “Green!”) with large false eye lashes. (With my partial colorblindness, he maybe he’s right.)

For adolescent boys there is a female senator of the Republic, Padme Amidala, who, once she lost her berka after being seized by Ziro, was wearing a form fitting outfit.

As was Luke Skywalker’s bare midriff young female padawan (understudy) Ansoka Tano.

How can I spell those names?

Target supplied a handout, complete with holographic cover.

And a new Cartoon Network series on the same theme stars this fall. XBox game can be pre-ordered.

Noon.

First showing in Crystal Lake on Friday.

My son talked me into taking him and a friend to see

There is a real feel to a Star Wars movie. The most exciting parts of them are the animation, after all.

There is as much fighting as in a video game (more than in the movies with people) and not having humans probably made it easier to make.

I did think Jabba The Hutt looked better as a puppet than a cartoon character though, and the cartoon characters were pretty stylized.

Then, there was Jabba’s Uncle Ziro (or maybe it was the kidnapped baby Rotta The Huttlet, Jabba’s son’s uncle; hard to tell).

Power hungry Ziro runs a night club in the capital of the Republic.

And, he’s a transvestite.

No clothes, just like Jabba, but painted purple (my son says, “Green!”) with large false eye lashes. (With my partial colorblindness, he maybe he’s right.)

For adolescent boys there is a female senator of the Republic, Padme Amidala, who, once she lost her berka after being seized by Ziro, was wearing a form fitting outfit.

As was Luke Skywalker’s bare midriff young female padawan (understudy) Ansoka Tano.

How can I spell those names?

Target supplied a handout, complete with holographic cover.

And a new Cartoon Network series on the same theme stars this fall. XBox game can be pre-ordered.

This tongue was discovered in the mouth of a 9-year old friend of my son.

They both had the day off from school. My son’s Star Wars Halloween costume arrived by UPS.

Of course, my 10-year old had to try it on.

And, his friend had to put on an appropriate costume, too.

He rejected the biohazard outfit, instead selecting one of the Alien.

Kids don’t play cowboys and Indians anymore.

They don’t play cops and robbers.

These two started using our two-story house as a space station/ship where the Star Wars character and the Alien battled it out.

At one point, I became aware of uproariously joyful laughter.

It continued for many, many minutes.

I have never heard such merriment in this house.

“Dad, look at his tongue!” my son said.

I turned around and saw this black tongue.

That’s what too many Sour Skittles will do to your tongue.

As my son just explained to his color blind father, “All the colors mixed together make black.”

It had tuned a bit lighter—dark gray—by the time the friend’s mother came to pick him up.

This tongue was discovered in the mouth of a 9-year old friend of my son.

They both had the day off from school. My son’s Star Wars Halloween costume arrived by UPS.

Of course, my 10-year old had to try it on.

And, his friend had to put on an appropriate costume, too.

He rejected the biohazard outfit, instead selecting one of the Alien.

Kids don’t play cowboys and Indians anymore.

They don’t play cops and robbers.

These two started using our two-story house as a space station/ship where the Star Wars character and the Alien battled it out.

At one point, I became aware of uproariously joyful laughter.

It continued for many, many minutes.

I have never heard such merriment in this house.

“Dad, look at his tongue!” my son said.

I turned around and saw this black tongue.

That’s what too many Sour Skittles will do to your tongue.

As my son just explained to his color blind father, “All the colors mixed together make black.”

It had tuned a bit lighter—dark gray—by the time the friend’s mother came to pick him up.

That’s certainly the Message of the Day at United States Post Offices around the country today.

The Star Wars stamps go on sale.

This picture of a lobby display was taken in Algonquin right before I was told I couldn’t take one of a counter display advertising Star Wars.

In Crystal Lake the postal employee who sold me stamps asked me if I were planning to come in a Star Wars costume today.

The same time I discovered that the Danville Correctional Center had refused to accept the package of 6-7 paperback books I had sent to a prisoner.

That’s certainly the Message of the Day at United States Post Offices around the country today.

The Star Wars stamps go on sale.

This picture of a lobby display was taken in Algonquin right before I was told I couldn’t take one of a counter display advertising Star Wars.

In Crystal Lake the postal employee who sold me stamps asked me if I were planning to come in a Star Wars costume today.

The same time I discovered that the Danville Correctional Center had refused to accept the package of 6-7 paperback books I had sent to a prisoner.