Star Wars Cantina Patrons 21: Myo

Whoops, I got his name wrong. His name is Myo, not Ryo. I'm sommy about that.

Star Wars Cantina Patrons 20: Feltipern Trevagg

His species is Gotal. His name is Trevagg. His attitude is...surprisingly positive.

Star Wars Cantina Patrons 19: Leesub Sirln

 Talk about weird girls... Rish never bought a figure of Leesub Sirln. Did you?

Star Wars Cantina Patrons 18: Hrcheck Kal Fas

Today we're talking about Bossk's crazy uncle, Hrcheck Kal Fas. 

Note: Apparently, they're not even the same species--Bossk is Trandoshan, Hrcheck is Saurin. Please forgive my racism.

Star Wars Cantina Patrons 17: Doctor Evazan

Today, we talk about my awful Doctor Evazan figure. Turns out, he doesn't like you either.

Star Wars Cantina Patrons 16: Kitik Keed'kak

Today I talk about . . . oh no. 

I curse the eyes of whoever named the mantis Kitik Keed'kak.

Why Do YOU Hate The Acolyte?

Just asking.

In the latest Delusions of Grandeur podcast, Marshal Latham and I got together--very briefly--to discuss the new Star Wars Disney+ series that has everyone's Jedi robes in a bunch.

We talk a little about it, why people are upset with it, but don't really answer the real question: why do you hate "The Acolyte?"  Check it out HERE.

By the way, EFF Ki-Adi-Mundi.  There, I said it.

Star Wars Cantina Patrons 15: Labria

So, the HasLab campaign has ended, but this series has miles to go before it sleeps. 

Today, I talk about Labria, the Devonarian. 

Note: This character is now officially called Kardue'sai'Malloc . . . but eff that.

Star Wars Cantina Patrons 14: Djas Puhr

Rish has a figure of Sakiyan bounty hunter Djas Puhr. Do you?

Note: In the video, I say there are a couple of days left to back the Cantina.  The campaign has since ended.  I should have posted these videos faster.

Taking It To The Mats

More than twenty years ago, Big Anklevich challenged me to write a story based on his premise, which was the first Broken Mirror Story Event.  If you recall, I finished my story, "Monitored Conversation," around a year before he finished his own story, "The Baby Dies - What, Does That Surprise You?"

And that's been the status quo for pretty much all these years (though never with that long a gap in between*).  But not anymore.  No, the sock is on the other glove now, kids, because Big continues to write like crazy, maintaining a steady workman's pace, while I can only manage to fart and watch YouTube with a similar frequency.

A couple of weeks ago, I told him it was time for us to start thinking of another writing contest, something we could do across both our podcasts.  He, disgusted as usual by my suggestion, asked what I meant.  I said, "Oh, something like, Write a story about evil or haunted floormats**, that sort of thing."

The mats on my car look like they've been driven over and dragged a country mile, then put back in my vehicle using a pitchfork, and I keep meaning to replace them, but I'm way too cheap.  A couple of times lately, I've thought they might be cursed and it's high-time to burn them in the backyard, like I'm from West Virginia and it's a class textbook by a woman author.  

And I thought, as I do every week, there's got to be a story in that somewhere.

I wish my mats looked this good.

Well, to my surprise, Big said, "Challenge accepted," and commenced work on it before the suggestion was even out of my mouth.  And not only has he finished his, but it's over twelve thousand words long (the crazy bastage even considered running it in the next episodes of his podcast).

Meanwhile, my story isn't even half that length, is far from finished, and for the third time in a row, just not very good.  Hmmm.

Well done, Anklevich.  Truly, the student had eclipsed the teacher, and has been sleeping with the teacher's wife. 

*Technically, this is not true, as he wrote a story about working at Little Caesar's Pizza after challenging me to do the same, and his was done a couple of years before mine (Big claims that his was written more than a full decade before mine, but I assure you, he is lying).  But that wasn't technically a Broken Mirror Story Event, since we had just said, "We both worked at Little Caesar's?  We ought to write a story about that."

**I realize that "floor mats" is supposed to be two words, but enough is enough--English is constantly shifting anyway.

Star Wars Cantina Patrons 13: Trinto Duaba

Yet another SW alien I never picked up, the insanely-expensive Trinto Duaba.