Friday, June 20, 2008

train of thought

This morning in the shower I was thinking about soccer last night, and then about how a little boy in Stu's class is called Shabaka (he was on the other team). And how that sounds a little too close to Chewbacca for me - started hoping that George Lucas doesn't release any other Star Wars movies until the child is too old or too big to be teased about being a Wookie.

From there my thoughts went something like this... Han Solo is Chewwie's buddy... Han Solo and Princess Leia... hmmm... what if Han hadn't been at the right place at the right time and let them hitch a ride on the Millenium Falcon? (Yes, I know way too much about Star Wars). Would he have even met Princess Leia? Was that his destiny? Would he have found someone else otherwise and never known that he was supposed to be with her?

And then - and then I thought: "Holy crap Trace, these are characters in a movie. Based a Long Long time ago - get a grip".

I should probably also note that my shower too a lot longer than usual because I kept confusing my conditioner and my shampoo. I think I'll blame it on my concern for intergalactic romance. Sheeeesh.

And we're not even into summer vacation yet. 3 1/2 school days and counting...


Lisa Milton said...

And I thought we were the last kids out of the block. Eek.

I have fictional ponderings too: Star Wars, books I love, Buffy.

It's a wonder I ever wash my hair.

Kimberly said...

Hee mind goes off on wild tangents about fictional characters with a worrying degree of frequency.

My favourite shampoo and conditioners are the kinds that come in different shape -and- coloured bottles. So. Much. Simpler!

katydidnot said...

so often i get the shampoo in my hair and try to lather. no lather. so i try again. rinse and put in more shampoo, still no lather. eventually i realize i've been conditioning, so i have to start all over and shampoo, lather, rinse and then condition (again, because the shampoo washed out the first four application of conditioner). glad it's not only me.