Star Wars Jerseys

From the first time I witnessed Imperial walkers bearing down on the Rebel base on the frigid planet of Hoth, and El Malo (below) lop off his own kid’s hand, the Star Wars universe has captivated me.

“Friends, Jawas, Countrymen, lend me your ears…”

It can be safely assumed that I was perhaps one of a select group of people on planet Earth who prior to the release of Episodes I-III wondered how George Lucas was going to work Solomahal into the Clone Wars storyline.

For you casual fans, Solomahal was one amongst the bevy of aliens in the Cantina scene of Episode IV.

All that being said, there is such a thing as going too far in one’s devotion to the Star Wars franchise. Yes folks, even this fan of that ancient and distant galaxy thinks that one can go above and beyond what is deemed sane.

For example, dropping $207,000 on the lightsaber used by Luke Skywalker in Episodes 4 and 5 would be going too far.

Purge

I understand this word means different things to different people (How cool is the one-word title? Rob Bell would be so proud).

There is of course the practice of eating and vomiting so as to meet some twisted aesthetic societal standard.

You have this type of purge, nothing more needs to be said.

Iosef Vissarionovich Stalin had his own purge in which he ordered the arrest and imprisonment of millions of his own countrymen, executing hundreds of thousands of these people. Ol’ Joe made a heck of a Russian, too bad he was Georgian.

There is the Great Jedi Purge in which Emperor Palpatine and his henchman Darth Vader (below) systematically sought to exterminate the Jedi from the face of that ancient and faraway galaxy.

What is this Galaxy coming to?

As for yours truly, the only purges that touch my life with any frequency are my wife’s thorough “stuff purges”.

Fellows, if you have an office/workspace at home it might be a frightful mess but at least you know where everything is at. Then along comes your industrious wife to tidy everything up, but in reality has messed up the perfectly sane disaster you call a desk.

My wife purges everything by exiling whatever is in plain sight to the nether regions of our house. For the last week or so, I’ve been looking for In Your Honor by Foo Fighters (below).

Last time I saw this great album was on our office desk and suffice it to say it is now gone (thankfully all the songs are in the iPod). I don’t know its whereabouts but I do know that I will not see this album until we move.