We've been going through quite a Star Wars phase in our household. It all started while I was in Utah during August and Ryan downloaded a Star Wars video game to the computer. How could I object? It seemed like a good thing to keep him entertained while Willa and I were gallivantin' around.
Well, the video game turned into an interest to read some Star Wars books (which we are still judiciously checking out and returning to the library, now in audio format for his commute). Eventually, Ryan decided that he would like to see all the movies again. Surely, one ought to have the Star Wars series as a basic part of their movie library; it's like the regular library carrying the encyclopedia or Huckleberry Finn. I, having never sat through a Star Wars movie without falling asleep, was fine with this. It would be nice to get some more of the pop culture references. We weren't too sure about stomaching the money, but we decided looked at Target and Best Buy to price them out; it turned out that we couldn't even find the DVDs to buy. (We realized later that this was because they were about to come out on Blue Ray.)
This was all during our hot garage-sale pursuit of the perfect changing table. I had seen a runner-up table at garage sale on my morning run and sent Ryan back to look at it. He decided that it wouldn't work, but he came back with Episode I on VHS that he bought for 50 cents! Well, we are cheapskates and this was a perfect deal! A few days later at Goodwill (again, in pursuit of a changing table) we found a box set for $4!
See here, our VHS Star Wars collection! It doesn't take a math genius to figure out that Goodwill has some sort of price fixing going on. I mean, $4 for a box set when I can get one of them at a garage sale for 50 cents? Sheesh, talk about overpricing! Still, it was much cheaper than buying it all new so we bit the proverbial bullet and bought it.
Heretofore, we were very happy with our purchases! We watched them and I stayed awake! Most of my Star Wars knowledge comes from the Star Wars rap and so often during our watching I would say, "Uh oh, the rap says this! Does that mean that....?!!" Ryan and I were shocked at how used to DVDs we have become, the quality of a VHS is so far below a DVD; plus, the previous owners were not kind and did not rewind - the worst!
If you haven't seen the Star Wars rap, watch it here. Now that I've seen the movies, it's even better! We got Deathstar, We got Deathstar.
Last week I passed another garage sale on my run and you know that I can't pass these things up!
They had a huge baby pool full of DVDs and... LOOK WHAT I FOUND!
I mean, how could I not grab them up? They were a dollar each, so four buckaroos total. I mean, I'm totally fine with paying one dollar for a DVD, but puhlease Goodwill - I will not be fooled by you again into paying that much for a VHS. I've got standards, you know!
Last night we watched Episode III where Anakin becomes Darth Vader. That's drama, man! How could he kill off all those Jedi, even the younglings? It brings a tear to my eye thinking about it. I also told Ryan that I enjoyed only having to get two glimpses of Jar Jar Binks' head and zero lines from him. Ryan retorted that I'm finally able to use up all this Star Wars jargon and trivia that's never had any meaning to me. I have to say that he's right. Who knows if I find Jar Jar actually that annoying, but everyone says he is and that's good enough for me.
I'll finish up with a quick story about my dad and me at Disneyland. I was about ten years old and deathly afraid of roller coasters or motion-sick-type rides. My dad and I were supposed to be meeting up with the rest of the family and I was just following him as he led the way. We ended up standing in the line at Star Tours, but I didn't know what it was. I kept asking my dad if this was a ride but he kept telling me that this was the way out, that we had to stand in this line to exit! Behold my surprise when they led us into a room where we sat down and strapped on safety belts! I realized that he tricked me because HE wanted to ride the ride one more time!!! Eventually, the line would lead to an exit, but not before we did the ride! In the end, it worked out and I enjoyed the ride (my motion-sick fears have always been more mental than physical), but still - it was so tricky and mean of him! I think my siblings and I all have stories about my dad telling us something was the only way down, just because he wanted to go that way. I seem to have a lot of vague skiing memories of going down a slope with snowplow skis, and my dad taking me somewhere way more difficult than I wanted to go by telling me it was the only way down.
