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The reviewer at the link didn't like it, and he's happy to tell you why. I did notice one line, however:
Disney reveled that Star Wars Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker will play to fan service
I wonder if he knows what “fan service” is? In any event, you can watch the trailer at the links. See Rey fight a spaceship with her sword! (really) May the farce be with you.
This guy is doing a nice thing, and because he didn't pick up their check (or hadn't gotten to it yet, the article isn't clear), these garbage people start a fight and kill him. Just awful.
At the cutting edge of political debate lies a troll. And yes, I don't think that bodes well for the long term health of the nation. I know some of y'all don't understand or like it when I post memes on the ONT, but that's so much of what constitutes our cultural “thinking” these days, even if it seems like a stupid thing for a middle aged man to be doing.
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Speaking of being a middle aged man, the reason I have so little time to write this tonight is that tonight my parents took me out for a birthday dinner. They're in their 80s and praise the Lord in good health, but they just sold the house I grew up in and moved into a condo. Our conversation revolved around the old neighborhood and the people who lived there. The man who lived behind us is dying in intensive care. Another neighbor died a year or so ago, his house was just sold at a tax auction and someone is starting the process of flipping it. I don't envy them the job, he was a hoarder and the house has been empty for years. Empty of people anyway, all the stuff he hoarded (and who knows how many bugs and rodents) is still there. I think it's only when you get to middle age that you really get a sense of the world existing before and after you, that we're all just moving through it. Driving through the old neighborhood today...there is the house I grew up in, but it's no longer ours. Here is the house where I first fooled around with a naked girl, her family moved out shortly after I graduated high school. Where is she now? I have no idea. Over there is the house with a pool. One fine summer evening a group of us kids tossed crab apples over the fence and scared the crap out of the older lady who lived there as she took a late evening swim. My dad whaled the tar out of me for that stunt, but the lady we scared so badly died decades ago. All those people, all those lives, moved through the neighborhood, but they're all gone now, including finally my parents. The houses are still there, and the roads and the parks and the streams, and they're all the same. Different people are moving through them on their journeys through life. It gives one a sense of transience that can be....disquieting. I dunno. I guess I'm just waxing philosophical tonight. I just realized that I'm twice as many years away from my birth as my birth was from WWII. Crazy.