[The following comments ensued when Burcu sat down to watch roughly fifteen minutes of Star Wars V: The Empire Strikes Back.  The fifteen minutes in question start as Luke Skywalker flies to Dagobah to seek out Yoda.]

“Look!  He’s a vagabond…What’s a vagabond?”

“Is he going to Yodaland?”

“What is he eating?  A dog bone?”

B: “I liked it better when they had a small person in Yoda.”

A: “Yoda was a puppet.  Ewoks were little people in costumes.”

B: “Why not Yoda?”

A: “He’s too small.”

B: “They could have used a baby.  Juniper could do it.”

“Yoda’s been hitting the eggnog too hard.”

[Watching the Emperor on screen]

“He’s the worst of all.  He’s the Yoda of the bad side.”

[The scene takes place in Yoda's house]

“Is that a snake?  Why does he have a snake on his coffee table?  Is he eccentric?”

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“If I were a lawyer, I’d sue the English language.” -Burcu

In perhaps the only good decision George Lucas has made since 1989, permission was granted to create the most brilliant fusion of nostalgia and consumerism our planet has ever witnessed.

I present to you…the Tauntaun Sleeping Bag.

It even has a lightsaber zipper!  You can save poor, frozen, Wampa-abused Luke again and again.  And then fall asleep and do it again in your dreams!  All inside the warm, fuzzy confines of dead Tauntaun guts. 

The only drawback (besides the steep price tag, that is): it only sleeps one.  Of course, the very purchase of said item nearly assures that space for one is all that will ever be needed.  By which I mean, the guy who buys this is likely to be swinging his own lightsaber long after the Ewoks come home.

Still, 100% pure awesome.  Hell, I’m even starting to consider self-imposed celibacy and shell out the hundred bucks for one.  Then, I remember Episode I, II, III, Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, and I come to my infuriated senses.

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