Been real busy this holiday season, so I haven’t had time to do updates and stuff, BUT rest assured (all five or six of you who are paying attention), there will be some exciting and even somewhat bizarre announcements made in the coming months. ON THE OTHER HAND, I felt kinda weird about not posting a Christmas note. So I’m taking a few seconds to make thanks publicly for a few of the GOOD THINGS that happened in 2016. Because god fucking knows this year blew donkey chunks in a lot of other departments. As I write this, the world is reeling from the near-death of Carrie Fisher and the total death of George Michael . . . just the last gasp of a 12 month bloodbath that’s left most of us stunned and wondering what in the TOTAL fuck? (I mean, David Bowie and Prince?? And Keith Emerson??? AND ANGUS SCRIMM???) One of my friends thinks that this is a time in which our best heroes will be called back to the place they came from, in preparation for a very dark storm on this planet. I hope that’s not true. I hope those who survived 2016 are all still here next Christmas. The very real specter of a Fury Road in our not-so-disant future scares the spine out of Yours Truly. The assholes that will soon be in charge of The Free World are dangerous demagogues and ruthless maniacs. Just the sort of sci-fi supervillians that cause real-life apocalypse.
That said . . . I am thankful for:
The new friends I made this year. Elly, I’m looking at you. 🙂
The old friends I have, who endured great hardship and survived. Noah and Joanna, I’m looking at you. And Joe, I’m glad you went home.
My partner, Shawn Lewis and his amazing family. Eibon Press, baby. We rule.
Pierre David. Who kinda saved my movie career.
My best friend Scott. LASERS!
My father Rock. May you live to be a hundred.
AND . . .
. . . well, some of you may have noticed there’s been no STAR WARS Christmas blog this year. I reserve that for the canon “saga” movies. Though I should probably mention I had my father down early and we did do another Star Wars Christmas. Wasn’t quite the same, though. These off season things are not really STAR WARS movies in my opinion. Also, well let’s just say ROGUE ONE was, um, hit and miss. At best. I could go on for a very long time about that. But let’s not go there, shall we? What I’d like to mention today, on the day AFTER CHRISTMAS, is something truly miraculous. Last year, during my lengthy rambling about all this STAR WARS Christmas business, I mentioned my friend Robert and his lovely daughter, who will soon grow up in a very strange new world. Robert and I were totally excited this year about ROGUE ONE, and all that implied. We snagged our tickets early, and were all set to do the usual line party thing. To make a long story short, that never happened exactly. See, Rob’s lovely wife Nitra had to undergo emergency brain surgery at pretty much the last minute. Which meant long nights of terror and uncertainty in the OR. Which meant no STAR WARS for Rob and family.
But here’s the thing:
The second I heard the news of Nitra’s impending surgery . . . well, I could just feel that everything would be alright. Because this should be a time of miracles. Because we are the children of STAR WARS. And guess what? Carrie Fisher and her mom took the hit.
And Nitra is just fine now. Blows my fucking mind.
I kid, of course. Sort of. But there’s some kind of distantly alchemic truth in it too, methinks. 2016 will be long remembered as a terrible year. But we had great, powerful magic too. It’s all part of a wild and eternal cycle. On my own front, there were many transformations and new endeavors. Groundwork lain for the future. Again, you will hear more about this soon. But for now . . .
I am grateful. For everything we’ve lost and all we’ve held close. The force is still with us. “Freedom” is on the stereo. I will now eat gingerbread pancakes.