Thursday, December 17, 2015

It is just after 0900 hours. I rose early. But I’ve still missed it. THE event of the day, maybe even, THE event of the rest of the year – well, outside of Christmas and New Years.

I’m a sluggard:

Wichita fans wake early for ‘Star Wars: the Force Awakens’

7:48 am

The theatre is hosting a 15-hour Star Wars marathon from 4:00 a.m. up until the big premiere at 7:00 p.m.

Oh! Wait. It’s an all day party!

Thinking about it, I wonder who these people attending are going to be. College kids on daddy’s credit card? School kids on mammy’s un-employment check? Adults skipping work, and expecting a full work time check tomorrow? Welfare folks voting the Liberal tickets and drawing government dole? Black? White? Hispanic?

Bet the joint is full.

I remember seeing the first Star Wars. I had to skip several beers and a weeks worth of auto gas to go to it.

It wasn’t bad. I mean, it was a fairly good movie. Entertaining even. It had one terrific drawback. Lots of people talked about the “next” Star Wars movie – which was the draw back.

I wrote it out  of my mind. I didn’t want to waste the effort of finding the where-with-all to  afford the next one. Movies should have a finite life span, you know what I mean?

Take books.

The Wheel of Time turned and the author died. The series was finished by a surrogate. That worthy just ended it. Killed off everyone. End of series. We never really had a chance to see what the original author was ending the story with. Pity.

Of course, it has happened before, even in real life.

No one ever finishes their stories. The stories just end, don’t they? They go gang busters for a while, slow down and then taper off and end. Never finished.

That Star Wars has the look of re-generating itself on and on. An aberration; there really needs to be a Happy  Ever After or at least death. Period.

I mean, shucks, give the next generation of writers a chance to invent the wheel all over again.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey.

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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