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Celebration V recap!: or, Didn’t You Go to Some Star Wars con, like, a month ago?!

First the second part: No, I went to Comic Con International a month ago, DUH! I went to Star Wars Celebration V, like, a WEEK a go. So there!

Now the first bit. Recap! Why the hell has it taken me a whole week to get to writing about the closest thing to a religious experience (slight overstatement? you decide!) I will ever…uh…experience…

Well, the answer’s not a flattering one. I’m lazy. Pure and simple. Plus I felt no overwhelming rush since there’s lots of information about CV out there AND I was pretty consistently posting photos over the course of the four days. Yes, that’s right, if you or someone you love is unfortunate enough to follow me on twitter or are fans of My Best Friend is a Wookiee on Facebook then you were bombarded by photos at a rate usually reserved for tweenaged girls who stumble across a Jonas Brothers look-a-like bikini charity car wash.

But those photos cold have been faked! I could have just stolen other people’s memories of celebrating Star Wars and called them my own, even going as far as the photoshop myself in some of them! Just who the hell do I think I am?! I think I’m a swag hound whose idea of self restrain when it comes to buying Star Wars merch still proves to be more than I should have spent. I wore a Rebel flight suit, in public, despite it not being up to Rebel Legion par. I had the audacity to tell some dude who asked me for a cigarette in a parking lot that, despite his claims, he wasn’t Boba Fett only to find out that he was, in fact Daniel Logan, the actor who portrayed him in Episode II and The Clone Wars and I lived to tell the tale–no disintegration!

Moments before I pissed in this guy's gas tank...

The first day was a relative breeze. I wandered aimlessly, figured out where everything was and, most importantly, I spent all of my money on toys right off the bat. I figured it would be best to just get it out of my system early so that I could enjoy the panels and events unburdened by the fear that the last vintage-packaged Zuckuss and 4-Lom could be swept out from under me while I was listening to Ben Burtt discuss how he used an old audio clip of John Wayne for Garindan‘s voice.

Not Shown: IG-88 coffee mug, kick ass signed Ralph McQuarrie print and Princess Leia "hair bun" earmuffs.

I was also, for the first time ever, wearing a Star Wars costume. Growing up I was terrified of dressing up in costume outside of Halloween because I assumed it was a giant, self-imposed “Kick Me” sign. My costume, that of a Rebel X-Wing pilot, looked great. A lot of the thanks goes to my wonderful girlfriend, who upon realizing she’d have to make me nerdy costumes at a pretty early stage in our relationship,  decided not to run far, far away to the welcoming arms of some non-geek.

...So of course when I find the guy someone wants to get our picture! It took a lot for us not to kill one another. Clearly we were thinking of the children.

The next two days consisted of lots of panels. Ben Burtt gave a great talk about the origins of some classic Star Wars sound effects and the process by which he turned animal roars and the sounds of twanging tension wires into Wookiees and lightsabers. LucasArts had some awesome gameplay footage and cutscenes from The Force Unleashed II, then a hands on demo running on the show floor. It was still very much a pre-final demo, but it already feels a lot more intuitive than the original. Throw in a couple of very God of War inspired elements and I for one was pretty pleased with it.

The Clone Wars had a great showing, and it was a blast watching Supervising Director Dave Filoni squirm while trying his hardest to answer the questions of adorable young Star Wars fans while still maintaining his producer-mandated veil of secrecy. We did see the reveal of Darth Maul’s brother (zuh?), the Clone Wars debut of Delta Squad and the vague admission that we will see a connection to the classic trilogy.

I also got to meet fellow author and Star Wars nut, John Booth, whose Collect All 21! I wrote about in my last post. We only spoke for a few minutes, but he was a super nice guy. We have a lot in common, John and I, everything from our love of these films to our mutual, though short-lived jealousy over the other’s book. Back when I was writing My best Friend is a Wookiee (then under any number of working titles, from Fear and Loathing in Mos Eisley to You Don’t Ob-Wan Ke-know-me) I somehow came across John’s book. My immediate response was “Fuck! Someone beat me to it!” then I clicked out of the page, erased my browser’s history and shot crystal meth into my eyeballs until I forgot I ever discovered it. When I met John he confessed to initially feeling like I had written his book. Of course after we both sat down with them we realized that while our obsessions were mutual and our experiences similar, we were both of two very different ages of fandom and as such we learned from one another as opposed to having to throw down and battle each other to the replica-death with replica-lightsabers. I said it in my last post, but I’ll say it again, Collect All 21! was a lot of fun, and any fan should do themselves the service of giving it a read.

Of course the big reveal of the weekend was during Jon Stewart’s interview with George Lucas that the whole saga will be hitting Blu-Ray next year. No indication that the pre-special editions will be on the set, but at this point that’s a battle we fans should probably just throw the towel in on. Plus I really don’t know how much I want to see the old Vaseline blob job in high-definition. And for me, now, the prospect of getting deleted scenes from episodes IV, V and VI make up for it.

By the end of the third day I was pretty much wiped. After three days of soaking in all things Star Wars I was physically and mentally exhausted. I’m bummed that I missed out on Gary Kurtz talking about his role in the original trilogy and a Return of the Jedi that might have been, but the LA Times did a great piece with him here.

The highlight of my trip, however, was getting to give a copy of the book to Carrie Fisher. On the last day of the event I was just sort of wandering through the exhibit hall. There weren’t any panels left that i wanted to catch before I had to leave for the airport, so I just took it all in one last time. It was then, when I least expected it, that Princess Leia walked by, arm in arm with some dude, on the convention floor. She walked right. by. me. As if on autopilot I started to follow her. It felt like I was floating through some weird daydream, but I was quickly snapped out of it by the whispering masses.

“Oh my god…”

“Look who it is!”

“It’s her! I can’t believe it’s here!”

Realizing that the poor woman was about to get bum rushed I quickly slid up alongside her.

“Excuse me, Carrie?” Carrie?! Who the fuck am I to call her that!


“Hi! IwrotethisbookandI’dbehonoredifyoutookacopy!”


I handed her the book, thanked her and split. Fuckin’ ran away! Part of it was because I couldn’t believe I addressed her by her first name like we went way back or something. (We do go way back, she just doesn’t know it. Also, when I say we go way back I mean me and the image of her in her metal slave bikini on the cover of my Return of the Jedi VHS “go way back”). The other part of it was because I half expected George Lucas’ goon squad to crack down on me hard for disturbing her worshipleness.

And so on that note I went back to my hotel, the swankiest of the swank EconoLodge and waited impatiently to get on a plane that would take me away from this temporary holy land. I’m already looking forward to Celebration VI. With any luck it will be anywhere other than Orlando in August.

Boba Fett, new title and some other informative crap

So I’m really bad at this. Like, really bad. So bad that I’ve probably opened a previous post by discussing just how bad I am at posting frequently. Like I said: really, really bad at this blogging business.

Since our last chat (I assume you all read this out loud and have conversations with yourself as if I were right there with you) I went to San Francisco and came back. While there I did a couple of Mortified shows and did not find the Skywalker Ranch. But I did get my picture taken in front of what, at the time, I assumed WAS the Skywalker Ranch. And by in front of I mean from a short distance away from it up on a hill with it in the background. Observe:

Okay, so I can’t find the picture. I’ll show you later. Remind me (remember? It’s supposed to be like we’re talking!)

Anyway…the book. The book is done. D. U. N! It’s due out mid-September, which seems both an eternity and not nearly far enough away. It’s hard to know whether or not all my ducks are in a row here because I don’t know what those ducks or the row they should be standing in looks like. I can’t even say the hard part’s done because it’s all very relative. Yes, writing is difficult, but I spent roughly two years on it. Compare that to, say, the few weeks I have to find people interested in writing endorsements, or planning out how to get the word about the book out there…that shit’s HARD. Even if I had another two years for that stuff I’d still feel like it wasn’t enough time. It’s a hell of an education. Next time around I’ll have just shy of no clue about how to do things.

The book also has a new title. After a bizarre series of events I’ll discuss at a later time the book was renamed, finally and officially, My Best Friend is a Wookiee: One Boy’s Journey to Find His Place in the Galaxy. It’s coming out in hardcover so that it looks extra super important!

I’ve also been busy reading the Boba Fett Omnibus. Boba’s a fun character to play with because, at his best, he’s a tight lipped bad ass who everyone else acts around. He’s really only got two modes: bad ass or oops, I’m getting eaten accidentally by the Sarlacc. He’s pretty much always a bad ass (so far, at least) and seeing characters react before he even shows up can be fun. Personally I enjoyed getting a better sense of who some of SW’s more over-looked bounty hunters really are. Zuckuss and 4-LOM really shine in The Yavin Vassilika. But so far the  best character moment has come from Boba Fett himself. In Twin Engines of Destruction. When Dengar makes a comment about Fett always hiding his face because of all the scarring he got from the Sarlacc Fett responds with “This IS my face.” It’s a particularly bold statement for the character. We get no real background of the man in these comics and absolutely none from the original trilogy, yet he’s a wildly popular character. Does seeing him as a boy in Episode II and knowing about his past really fill any sort of need fans may have had? I doubt it. I can’t speak for his younger self coming back into play with The Clone Wars this season, but regardless of what revelations they may come up with for him, Boba Fett will always be Boba Fett, aka, the dude in the green armor who caught Han Solo. That’s enough for me, personally, that and the mystique that follows him wherever he goes. What do I want out of a Boba Fett story? Ass kicking. Anything else I can take or leave, so long as he does in fact kick some ass. And he usually does.