Star wars yoga

for so long, yoga seemed just... so... intangible to me.

but NOW...

now, i get it. totally get it.

Predictable george makes hitler angry

every time there's a new format for a film (vhs, laser disc, dvd, now BLU RAY), george lucas shits all over his three star wars classics. he adds cgi yoda, he adds cgi jabba, he adds cgi breasts-- wait, no. WHY HASN'T HE ADDED CGI BREASTS?!?!?

anyway, if you haven't heard by now, he's screwing with perfection AGAIN.

and hitler is pissed.

Drooping jaw = mindfuck galore

for me, the idea of a detached jaw on a living thing is about as disgusting as it gets. it stems from a scene out of bret easton ellis' american psycho -- a book that i've *disturbingly read several times -- where patrick bateman halves a man's face with an axe.

he describes the hissing sound of air passing through the newly created passage... and the look of hopelessness etched in the victim's unbelieving eyes.

so seein' yoda like this -- a sort of mentor from my youth -- it makes me sad

:-(

*i mean, some people would call it disturbing, and i recognize that fact. personally, i happen to like ellis' writing style and his ability to go places most people aren't comfortable going, which is why i continue to read his works, over and over again.