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Artoo, where are you?

Just bought a huge R2-D2. It's on wheels, a promo cooler made by Pepsi for Episode I. Saw it at a yard sale across the street and couldn't say no. It's a huge R2-D2, after all.

Today has me practically dancing out of bed. It's my day, nobody else's. My battery for other people ran out by the end of Thursday, and last night I skipped out on the bon voyage party for the Purdys (I'll see them again before they leave; otherwise I'd like to think I would have made a point to attend). Game three for the Ms later today (to be watched from the living room, accompanied by beer). "The day is mine!" I hope it's the Mariners' day, too.

I've said it before, or things like it: sometimes I don't think I could be married. It's the "seven days a week for the rest of my life" thing-- the thought of someone, anyone being with me all the time sounds a little like hell to me. I could do maybe four days a week, but they don't offer that package. Suzanne suggested I marry a flight attendant; Nate proposed the idea of a travelling nurse.

But then, when I think about women I may have truly loved, I realize I'm full of shit. I'd do it, in a heartbeat. For me, that could be a measure of that kind of love.


Yeah, these things cannot be thought of in a vacuum. When you have the person in mind, well, it's different. I'm looking for a girl who would change my natural aversion to marriage. So far, I've met one, two, three. One has to think of life as one big chaotic whole, rather than a bunch of tidy compartments, or courses of a meal one wishes would not touch each other. It's probably for the best that you have the M's (I hope winning) and beer. For today.
I think it might be difficult to find a woman who could love both you AND an r2d2 cooler. Do the math. Something needs to go.
1) Why yes, perhaps I should re-order my life around a hypothetical woman. I could evaluate everything in my life on the criteria of her approval, getting rid of everything she might frown upon. And starting with my next paycheck, I can put money into a savings account to buy her some shoes (I think she would probably like shoes). Yes, that would be healthy. I don't have nearly enough things to be neurotic about already.


2) It would be far, far more difficult to love a woman who would be uptight about my ownership of an R2-D2 cooler. Such a woman would clearly have a higher regard for even the smallest of her opinions than she would for me. I'd be lonelier with her than without her-- no, thanks.

Answer: #2.


LMAO... you crack me up. Reminds me of the wagon wheel table in When Harry Met Sally.
I dunno. R2D2? Would I be a nerd if I said I at one point had darth vader footed pj's? Years ago of course.

Don't loose heart.
Upon further reflection, I realized that every woman I ever may have loved would have gotten a huge kick out of the big R2-D2. So while Artoo is no litmus test, he's not bad as a rule of thumb.

(Besides, I found this on eBay. I paid $50. It's a rare woman indeed who doesn't respect a bargain. And the resale profit could go to a shoe fund or something, if I were at all interested in the living hell that would be option #1 above.)
P.S. Vader footed PJs rock. I suspect he wore them, and anyone who joked about them...well, they probably just didn't.


I think if you are George Lucas and you have that stuff it's cool... but come on..... I don't know many people who want a "contemporary star wars" interior of their home.