I seem to have taken a sudden left turn at I Don't Know Where and have been moved to somewhere in the middle of California. As far as useless technology goes, I should have been fine, but I can't seem to move myself, either.
I truly am stuck.
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June 2012
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Oh... oh kriff. Not. Not again. There's something to be said about a glass of fine wine when one needs to wind down. . . . Where am I? This isn't Coruscant, and my comm unit isn't working. So. This is a universe without the Council, few Jedi and a lot of strange people in it.
There's only one thing to do: Anyone think they can top me on pilot and driving skills? Being the best Jedi ever can only hold up so long if I don't test it. It's not like there's much else to do on this mudslick. EDIT FROM OLDER ANAKIN: Please ignore Half-pint, especially any of you relatives. He's found the Boo-Koo dispenser and went a little happy with it. If I smack him over the head, is that self-abuse? Just a friendly public service announcement.... Okay, all my female friends? Spa day soon. We'll get pedicures, manicures, massages, facials, whatever. This means Raven, Tree, Terry, Rajani... and I don't have that many girl friends here, so if you're not psychotic and wanna tag along, lemme know. And your significant others can come too. (Tell the men I promise spas don't bite.) So when people disappear here, what does that mean? God kicked them out? Rodney? You still want to see my ship? How does Thursday sound? John's more than welcome too, of course. So's Rajani, if she wants. I have a couple extra seats that come out of the wall for extra passengers. So, I had a . . . fairly random thought the other day. Since we have a few Jedi Masters and Jedi Knights, I think we should, I don't know, talk about a Council. Kyp's making noises about turning his martial arts dojo into a praxeum. I think the idea has merit, though I don't know about the location. I find myself wondering how many more places I can possible visit before the journey is over. |