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This was going to be about Star Wars, but now it's not gonna be.
BUT, my bottom line on Episode III is (and don't highlight the below text unless you have either seen it or you're ready for a spoiler):
IT SUCKS.
PORKINS DIED FOR THIS?
I served jury duty today, and will do the same the next two days.
The ceiling-mounted air conditioner in Juror's Room 362B looked like the starship I've been trying to envision for a while, a hybrid cruiser of enough tug and cargo weight to deploy or deposit anyone or anything on solid moons. But I'm still not sure which end would be front and which back. Would the angled stern house a nuclear or ion propulsion system, or would it be a glass-curtain observation/navigation deck? Would an almost prehensile approach to a burner be better than a stationary on relying on fore-placed attitude correction jets? How fast would that thing go, and for how long? It would have to be constructed in space, because it would be far too clunky to take off, much less land anywhere. AHA - that's what the bottom dropchute is for, a landing vehicle ala "Open the podbay doors, HAL."
"Where in the hell'dya get that idea, HAL?"
(I learned it from watching you, Dave.)
WAKE UP, JURORS. They almost chose me for a criminal case. Then back to the waiting pool I went. Temping money out of my pocket, replaced by a municipal dole of nothing.
But I finally got the opening scene, and the entire battle is splayed before me to win or lose as I believe.
Maybe I'll scan the sketch and it'll just look like an air conditioner.
Where's a greenscreen when you need one?
In California, naturally.
Next.
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