I'm Bored, As Well As Being Boringly Pretentious
So it's really late on Friday night and I'm killing time reading about The Star Wars Holiday Special on wikipedia. First off, I can't believe that I would waste my time reading this tripe (although the idea of Bea Arthur as a barkeeper at a cantina in Mos Eisley is pretty hilarious, you have to admit), but I'm even more appalled that I would venture off and follow some of the links in the entry to other Star Wars-related articles (as if I should even care what's considered C-Canon, G-Canon, or S-Canon!).
Then I reread the title alone of my last post, and I said to myself: "Damn, you're a pretentious jackass...and without even the saving grace of being funny!" So, yeah, I should be reading more of that Critique right now, just so that I can throw out more technical Kantian terminology and give the impression to everyone who isn't a graduate student in philosophy that I know what I'm talking about--but I'm not. Viva late-night infomercials!
