First of all, happy birthday to George Lucas, who is 64 as of today. I wrote "HAPPY B-DAY, GEORGE LUCAS!" and "Felìz Cumpleaños, Jorge!" on my arm (as well as a plethura of LucasArts movies and games), then proceeded to slack off the whole day and whack people in the head with my chibi-Darth Vader plush. I recently met a sweet young nerd named Luke, so in honor of the occasion, I sat in his lap all lunch period and spoke to him about Star Wars. Go me. But seriously, he's adorable. I threatened multiple times to grab him by his all-the-way-buttoned-up polo and start making out with him if he got any cuter.


In other news, I assume most of you have heard of this already: [link]

Now, I know what you're thinking. Would our dearest, quiet, conformist, meek and well-mannered AnnaBelle attempt such a thing? To which I reply, of course not. What kind of tasteless fool do you take me for? His costume was terrible, I'd put more effort into it before raiding the Jedi stronghold, I mean, a trash bag? Come on...


Lastly, I've been re-watching the original Trilogy, and I think that my favorite is Empire, if not for the complete lack of scenes on Tatooine (cursed, horrible planet...), then for the richly dark atmosphere, devastating sequence of events, amazing acting, and the awesome "Yoda vs. R2D2" scene (bless Frank Oz's twisted soul, I adore him...). Not for the copious amounts of incest, though. Ew. Lucas, you're a strange little man...he's like the John Irving of scifi movies...


Ahhh, and I finished 's request and I should be posting it as soon as my mom is off her computer (which the scanner is hooked up to), as well as the rough pencils for a Ratatouille picture that I'm working on as a late Mothers Day gift. I'm working on 's request, hasn't told me what she wants yet, and took one of my request spots, so that means two are left. First come first serve, I suppose. Oh, and pardon the silliness, I'm all hopped up on sugar. ~AnnaBelle