When you go to something called Star Wars Celebration V, you expect a high level of nerdiosity, geekitude, and dorkdom. In an environment like that the Comic Book Guy part of our psyche takes over a little more than it normally could. And that’s exactly what happened to me about 10 seconds after they started letting people in.
I saw this FedEx poster, sporting The Millennium Falcon, which makes sense because, you know, FedEx, fast shipping, shipping freight, freighter, ship, fast ship, Millennium Falcon. Tah-dah! We are are so cool! It makes perfect sense.
But, wait a minute. Wasn’t there something about The Millennium Falcon, something about a shipment?
So, the words say “Please use FedEx to send the stuff you buy here home”. The picture says, “But you might not get”.
Here’s a couple of ideas:
- Instead of using this lame thrown-together means-nothing ad, why not make a banner that has us looking out through the windshield of a FedEx truck — just far enough back we can see the driver and dashboard — into hyperspace. Cheesy, maybe. But it’s a good cheese.
- But, since they did go this route, right under the part that reads “Full Service Packaging & Shipping available in W203 B/C” it should have said “Docking Bay 94″.
No big deal. Would have been some nice little touches though.
by Chris Maddera on August 20, 2010 · 1 comment
I don’t care what it is you want to be, or do, or have, but whatever it is, do something toward achieving it before the day is over. Don’t talk yourself out of it. Don’t overthink it. It doesn’t have to be anything big. It just has to be something.
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ONCE MORE, WITH GUSTO – (That’s what she said.) Okay, this weekend, I’m setting aside an hour or two for some quite contemplation about some of the things I want to do, places I want to visit, etc., and then, I’m going to write down my excuses for not doing 5 of them. All reasonable excuses, I assure you. I know they’ll be reasonable because I’ve used them many times. They’ll be old favorites, right?
Then I need to do at least one of these things I’ve been putting off, and I won’t be allowed to use any of the usual excuses. Either I’m going to wind up doing something I’ve had on the back-burner for awhile, or I’m going to have to come up with some new ingenious excuses, or I’m just going to have to accept that I will probably never get around to it.
For inspiration, I’ve started re-reading The War of Art
by Steven Pressfield.
Yesterday was the first day of the my 10-week Newbie Program for people new to this whole running thing. It’s a modified version of the 8-week Couch to 5K program and led by the locally-owned Red Coyote Running and Fitness.
It was not my typical idea of fun, but I’m glad I signed up for it. We met at the Chesapeake Boathouse at 6PM and after some instruction on proper form, we took off on a 5-minute brisk walk before launching into 60/90-second intervals of running and walking.
By the second running interval, my calves started to get angry. By the third running interval, ideas of proper form went right out the window, replaced by huffing and puffing, and something resembling a Bataan Death March. Traci was nice enough to stay with me at the back of the pack, making it easy and tempting to punch her in the arm…later…much later…after I suck down some oxygen maybe.
But I survived.
I’m hoping yesterday, being the first day, was the hardest. I’m on my own for Thursdays, so I’m planning to either use the YMCA or the parking garage at work. Saturday mornings, my group meets at the Red Coyote. The surrounding businesses are bars and restaurants that don’t open until 10AM, so the parking lot can double as a track.
I should also say I have zero arch on my left foot, so this morning I’m a bit gimpy. I’m sure I’ll feel better by Thursday, at which point I’ll do my best to recapture the agony of defeat. All of this is somehow supposed to end with me running the Ghost Runners 5K Dog Run in late October. Somehow.
