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Seriously? Drawing? Star Wars? The video with the noise and the force and the I. WANT. THAT. Well, you got it, kid. Also, you’re all clear.
It’s Draw Star Wars: The Clone Wars and Atticus is beside himself. Zane would also enjoy it if his brother let him anywhere near it. This is something that will never happen. Ever.
Here’s a rundown of what’s inside (via Klutz) – … filled with tips, techniques, practice space, and translucent overlays to make you a master of drawing. Start with stick figures, move onto basic shapes, and finish up with the details. Use the included double-tipped metallic-colored pencils and black marker to make 20 Clone Wars characters come to life.
Here’s the part where you come in. I’m giving away five (5) of these bad boys. Just in time for whatever you do in December! Also, birthdays!
The contest is open to anyone in the United States with a mailbox. Everyone knows that only the dark side uses P.O. Boxes or lives outside of America. These rules are set by the PR company that is supplying the prize. If you live in a galaxy far, far away you can always have the prize sent to an American friend and work out the shipping from there. I know, it’s not easy, but do you think blowing up the Death Star, twice, was easy? There is no try. Do. And all that.
To enter: Leave a comment with your favorite Star Wars story. It can be something from the movies, books, comics, rides or your life. Keep it short, people. On December 1st I will announce the winners, which will be picked at random.
May the force be with you. Always.
Behind the curtain of the great and powerful Whit:
Products Received: 1copy of “Draw Star Wars: The Clone Wars” for review. Prize copies will be sent from PR contact.
We had been living the life transient and the pending move was wearing upon us all like the light at a tunnel’s end that still required days of digging. We were sore and exhausted and our patience had long been packed.
Atticus worried, he fretted and he frowned. His was not a world to be upturned for the sake of flight or fancy. His was a world created by him and was lived to the extent that he found happiness in it. The move loomed upon him and rested heavily across his brow. His light lay at the entrance of said tunnel.
So it was that we decided to have his birthday party a couple of weeks early- before we left California. He needed to have his friends gather around him and wish him well. He needed the fun of a party filled with children he knew and not fear the possibility of empty chairs or faceless strangers.
He wanted all of this with a Star Wars theme.
There was a moment when I gathered the children around to weave them a tale of suspense and intrigue. I usually do this at parties.
I explained that due to our Star Wars theme there had been reports of Empire activity in the outer-limits of our drive. I nodded to their dry, beer-drinking parents and informed their little ears that all of the adults had pooled their money and hired a bounty hunter (when in truth none of those cheap bastards chipped in), one Jengo Fett to be exact, to hunt down the threat in our midst. To hunt down Darth Vader.
The kids ate that shit up.
I had them chanting, “Jengo! Jengo! Jengo…” when suddenly- he appeared!
Jango Fett emerged from the deepest reaches of
my garage space and he walked stoically among the stupefied masses, one hand on his weapon and the other behind his back.
A hush fell over the children, a relative hush, and Jengo took his hand from behind him and he raised it over their frozen faces and they screamed as they realized that within his clutch was the head of Darth Vader.
Really. We did that. The kids loved it. The screams were joy and squeals and the promise of candy, which is something I didn’t know about Darth Vader. His head is apparently stuffed with Laffy Taffy. That’s probably the good within him that Luke was always whining about.
The party was a success and the children were happy and the parents were content that theirs was not an afternoon wasted, but rather an opportunity to drink free beer in the shade while their kids got sunburned and had the snot scared out of them. And it was good.
The only unfortunate aspect of the whole afternoon was that my good friend Joe missed Jango Fett, of whom he is a big fan. It was uncanny, really. Joe had just gone to the bodega to grab some salt and pencils when Jango arrived and then returned only moments after Jango left. Apparently it wasn’t meant to be. The force works in mysterious ways.
There was a week left in California between the party and the move and it was filled with stress, long nights and backs that were tender to the touch, but the light grew all the closer and the tunnel? It echoed with the laughter of happy children.
This video has no purpose or reason. It just is. It’s like life that way. Funny word, “life,” it means forever and that’s a mighty long time. And to be clear, when I say “life” I’m not talking about the TV show that my wife likes but I think is kind of eh. Also not talking about the cereal, which, if we’re honest, only Mikey likes, nor the board game which is much more bored than game if you ask me. No, I’m talking about life. So get busy living or get busy dying.
This video isn’t about any of that shit. It just is.
I’ve been working my ass off. Seriously. The area that used to be my ass is now a concave valley. If you dropped some change on my ass it would look like this:
Hell, at this rate I may be able to quit the day job. Of course I couldn’t sit down or everyone in the room would think they were in Vegas. I’m a walking jackpot- and between you and me, I always pay out. Just don’t drop a silver dollar. It would get wedged in there like a manhole cover. Fitting.
So, that’s just a graphic tangent of an answer to the million dollar question of where I’ve been. A question so pressing that almost none of you asked it, and by almost I mean exactly.
It’s nice to be loved.
Then there’s the Lego Star Wars on our Wii. The oldest is addicted. The first thing he asks for in the morning is Lego Star Wars. After school the first words out of his mouth are about Lego Star Wars. He’s a junkie and he’s pulling me in.
It started innocently enough. I would just play to help him on certain levels, which is to say I didn’t know what the hell I was doing but he thought I did. The kid looks up to me, what can I say?
Now he says things like, “I love my family. And the Wii. The Wii and my family are very important.” I’m just glad we’re in the mix.
He’s hardcore. I have to dress him in long-sleeved shirts to cover the tracks, or I would if video games left tracks. As it is I put him in long-sleeved shirts because it’s fucking cold outside.
He’s also sweet. He just talked himself into a round of Wii long after he should have been in bed. He said he needed to unwind, so I let a 5-year-old stay up until eleven o’clock to fight the Clone Wars. I’m not even pretending to be embarrassed.
Thing Two was… somewhere. The force isn’t as strong in him so he has found other pursuits, like playing with actual Legos and walking around the house singing. He knows the lyrics to two songs, American Pie and something by Weezer, which is to say he knows one song with some very interesting chord changes.
Sometimes he watches us play and sometimes he stands in front of me crying over frivolous matters like hunger. The kid eats non-stop every waking moment. Don’t feed him for half an hour and Sally Struthers is on my lawn with 26¢ and a bag of flour. It adds up.
You may be asking yourself,
how did I get here what exactly is this post about? You may be looking out the window at your sundial and wondering if you really just spent 8 minutes reading this post (12 if you stutter), and the answer is yes. Yes, you did.
Thanks for your concern, it’s noted and appreciated, even if it’s completely fabricated. The fact is I’m fine. The family is fine. I’m just freaking busy, and it won’t be over until the fat Ewok sings- or does that dance thing where they poke the spear in your face.
Scares the coins right out of you.