I never asked this question in ’77
Little E and I were watching Star Wars (again) on Friday night; toward the end, when the Imperial Flunkie asks Tarkin if he wants his escape pod fired up and ready, my son suddenly blurts out “ARE THEY TRYING TO TEXT EACH OTHER?”
I have no. idea. where. that. came. from. I don’t have a plan that allows for a lot of texting. Texting is something that really doesn’t go on in this house. I’m old and unhip. But, you know, if George is going to keep reinventing Star Wars for a new generation, then I guess this road only leads to one place…

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Okay. Small rant here in the run-up to OVGE and the “live” debut of VWORP!1. It’s taken me long enough to get this book out the door that I’ve watched my good friend 

Meet my new buddy Dinsdale the Drashig. He doesn’t make too many public appearances, not since his guest starring gig in the 1973 Doctor Who story Carnival Of Monsters. (Which, incidentally, you can read about in VWORP!1.)
I just got home from the local polling place. Ah, the things you hear folks say – “wow, his name doesn’t even SOUND American!”… really? You think all “American” surnames originated on this continent? Didn’t do well in history, did you, buddy?