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My back has almost forgiven me for spending 10ish hours, most of it on my feet, pickling asparagus yesterday. 60 pounds, baby. There is also yummilicious soup waiting for me in my fridge when I get home tonight. (Whereupon I will suck it down and crash immediately, as I'm still tired.)

My knees are a bit more cranky, but I'm sitting down now, and they'll deal.

I got to work this morning, went for my tea and kept getting ambushed by 'So, how was Star Wars this weekend?' I finally had to flee for my meeting, but it was a fun bit of chatter. Yeah, I have my gripes about the movie and Lucas, and I have a detailed critique boiling in my backbrain, but instead of dwelling on the stupidity of the interviewer afterwards ('How did you like the romance?' ... 'WTF! Romance?! That's like saying, 'Othello and Desdemona, aren't they a cute couple?' or 'So, Hamlet and Ophelia: kids or no kids?' Pfft.) Sorry - really dwelling there.

Right. Focusing on the squee. I am become one with my inner squee: the tech! Whee! Spaceships! And Wookies! Lub da Wookies! Artoo! His backpack has jets!

Hmm. Need to grab that mp3 from Tessa or someone.

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A planet full of wookies, R2D2 can fly and ass-kickin' YODA!! That's what I'm focusing on :D

damnit. Here I thought you this nice girl... and then I read that you PICKLED 60 lbs of ASPARAGUS! I'm sorry, but you are now officially part of the enemy. Prepare thyself.

http://www.mcchris.com/ It's a free download. Just poke around and find it.

Oh yea, it is called “Fette's Vette.”