Oh man...
Star Wars.
If you didn't think happy, awesome, force-powered thoughts when you read that, please fix whatever is wrong with you before continuing.
If there is one thing that defined my childhood, it was most likely Star Wars. How can you not be obsessed with it? It's like the epitome of everything you've ever wanted.
Lightsabers.
The Force.
Princess Leia (maybe not anymore...she's old now).
Exploding Death Stars.
I spent the last few days watching these great films and realized that I get super defensive of them. Example:
Stupid person: "Wow there's no way Darth Vader would die by just getting his hand cut off."
Me: "Holy crap, did you also see the insane amount of lightening that just went into his body??"
Stupid person: "There's no way that could kill him."
Me: "Okay Matt Ellison, get the eff out of this room if you're just gonna criticize the movie the whole time."
Yeah, I'm not okay with the whole "kicking Nick's childhood in the face" thing. It's like when people make fun of your dead dog you had as a kid. You don't do it.
"Hey remember that one time you had that awesome dog that you absolutely loved? And then do you remember when it died?"
Oops. Mistake. That's not supposed to happen.
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