Time Doesn’t Change For The Better

Case in point, today.

Let’s say five years ago. Maybe six, but let’s go with five-

  • I decided to upgrade my computer, which I had built myself from off-the-shelf parts.
  • Computer has a brain-fart.
  • Brain-fart is bad enough that I have to replace the motherboard.
  • Much cursing, and checking on my budget to see if I can afford a replacement.
  • Drive to Fry’s Electronics, get a new motherboard, get a milkshake (they had good milkshakes at the Concord store).
  • Drive home, put the new motherboard in, order a pizza and probably by the time they deliver it, the new motherboard is in and I’m downloading the drivers. Yay!

Now?

  • I decided to upgrade my computer, which is a Dell XPS system…back in the day when those were still good.
  • Computer has a brain fart.
  • I can’t figure out where the brain-fart is.
  • Take it to the shop because I know I’ve hit the point where I can’t figure out what had gone wrong.
  • Shop calls, and the motherboard is bad. Need to order a new one.
  • Because this is a Dell, they don’t make a new motherboard for this, because Dell has specialized form factors for their hardware. Good news, I can get a refurbished motherboard…
  • …by Friday. They’ll have the computer ready by Monday.
  • I can’t buy a new computer because all the prebuilt stuff in the stores is crap, and ordering a new computer is going to be at least $2-3K to get what I want. If I can find a computer maker that can get what I want.
  • And, the earliest I could get a computer built to my specs would be in a month.
  • (And, don’t say “get a Mac,” because outside of a few specialist applications a Mac is just a crappy PC that you can’t upgrade.)

So, now I’m sitting at an improvised work station involving my bedroom TV, my laptop, and an incredible amount of frustration. I haven’t lost anything-I backup everything and have all of my passwords written down on a physical sheet of paper for just this circumstance. I’m just frustrated, because this wasn’t what I wanted today. At least I can get away with not having to buy a new computer for a while longer-which is nice.

This is exactly how I don’t want to be starting my week.

We Got Rain!

It’s been a long time since we had rain, real honest-to-God rain and it was great to see and hear the weather in action.

Writing has been slow again, mostly because of my own personal mood has been sour. Mostly just plot work and note-taking.

Oh, and irritation. Amazing amounts of irritation. I’m not sure if I can blame Amazon for the end of most bookstores. Because as far as I can tell, most bookstores were run by people that had absolutely no clue how to run a business in general or specific. Or comic book stores, with the added bonus that there is so very little that I want to read or see these days.

…what do my fellow younger geeks like these days that doesn’t make me want to consider every bad Pacino rant ever?

Back to the gym on Monday. Life is interesting.

Words I Hate-“Planned Obsolesence”

So, I’m in the process of upgrading my computer. And, for a number of reasons (including a certain amount of fatigue), I bought about six years ago a Dell XPS computer, because it did everything I wanted. Got it through Costco (so I still have access to some tech support) and with the exception of a few hiccups, it’s been a good buy.

One of my goals is to upgrade this computer into something better, because there are a few games that I want to play, and the video card can’t handle it. Of course not, it’s nearly seven years old at this point.

But, to get the computer able power the video card, I need to install a new power supply. It’s not that complicated, but it does require a few steps. Which is why before I’ve even opened up the case, I have a plan and I’m ready to get going.

How do I change the power supply? I start by pulling all of the cables from what they’re connected to on the computer to the current power supply-and inserting the new cables into where they went after I clean up around the area. There’s a lot of dust and a lot of other crap, so there’s that.

Now, I’m putting in the power supply…and Dell has made sure that you can’t install a non-proprietary power supply without some serious shoehorning. Okay, I can do that. I can do plumbing, this is easy.

…there’s a single, four-pin power supply on the motherboard that I don’t have a replacement cable for.

Not a problem, go to the local computer store and buy a cable.

Local computer store looks like it’s been out of business for at least a month. No signage that it’s dead, but it’s got that “patina of dust” on places.

Go to Staples and Office Depot. They suggest Amazon.

Go to Best Buy. They suggest Amazon.

This leads me to come home, frustrated and angry, and put the old power supply back in. Order a new cable from Amazon.

It’ll be here on Monday.

…whelp. I did get some writing done, mostly out of frustration. So…progress?

Anyways, I suspect the next time I decide to get a new computer, I’m just going to build it from scratch. By that time, the economy will be coming back just enough that computer parts makers will be keeping their prices low to build up their customer base.

It most certainly won’t be a Dell. Or the vanity brands they produce.

The Ghost Fleet Concept

(I blame Karl Gallagher and Alistar Young for this. And isekei novel ideas. Namely, why would you have a whole bunch of starships with AIs that were clearly looted from your local high school…)

The question that was continually asked by the Third Imperium-at least places like Naval Strategy and Planning, Imperial Intelligence Sixth and Ninth Directorates, and their respective Archons-was a simple one.

Where was everyone?

That was the big question and nobody really had a good answer for that. It wasn’t like there weren’t opportunities for races that made it past the Gaian bottleneck and didn’t nuke themselves into oblivion. Once you had the technology to reach the heliopause of your solar system, discovering slipspace wasn’t too difficult. Once you had slipspace technology, the universe was your oyster.

There were a few obvious reasons. Quite a few species ran into the Alphas and the usual way the Alphas introduced themselves was kinetic energy bombardment, followed by industrial genocide and hostle terraforming. There were hints that many species tended to find ways to kill themselves off in fratricidal wars (which is why there is a Third Imperium). And, there is the issue that in the time frame of the universe, any empire is a mere candle-flicker in terms of the length of the universe.

But, once again-where was everyone?

There was the wreckage and ruins of species going anywhere from Class II to Class VII (roughly the range from late 20th Century Earth to current Imperial standards). Hints of even more species. Some of them were even relatively “recent” in archaeological terms (i.e. somewhere in the 20,000-30,000 year old range). Everything suggested that despite the Alphas and their actions, there should be about nine to sixteen Imperial-peer species out there within a year’s round-trip by slipspace courier from Terra, a sphere a thousand light years in radius.

And yet..there wasn’t.

Once the Third Imperium had been formed after the Era of the Five Emperors, the Alphas finally defeated and destroyed, this question grew in importance. One of the theories was that there was a Great Filter mechanism, something that would clean out and eliminate empires that had reached a certain level. But, there was no indication as to what that mechanism was, what the trigger of that mechanism was, and how it worked.

Despite this, Navy Strategy and Planning, Sixth Directorate, and Ninth Directorate were tasked to come up with potential countermeasures. One of these potential countermeasures was the Ghost Fleet concept. The Ghost Fleets were designed around the idea that if there was a filer mechanism, one way to avoid it was to hide. Hide sufficient assets so that when the mechanism was triggered and the filter had swept the universe clean, a restoration of the Empire was possible.

The Archons then drew up plans, and these plans were based on the following concepts-

  • Provide enough of everything to ensure Imperial continuity of both the Empire and its people.
  • Conceal the forces-both in numbers and in depth-that short of a hard target search of every object Ceres-sized or larger in every single gravity well that had a defined slipspace limit, at least one task group-sized unit (two battlecruisers, four heavy cruisers, eight destroyers, and support ships in proportion for a total of at least twenty-two ships) would survive the filter mechanism.
  • Ensure that with the exception of archival data, every single storage facility has no more than a 2.5% commonality with any other facility.
  • Long-term storage was a major requirement. Even a “short term” facility would have to be operated unattended for at least 5,000 years without interference or direct contact.

This concept would gain the nickname of “the Ghost Fleets,” and it would stick. Even with all of these requirements, the Archons could easily perform the mission as required. Older ships that would previously be scrapped would be taken up by the Sixth Directorate and renovated to current standards. The only exception would be that ships with antimatter reactors would have them replaced with fusion reactors (storage of anti-hydrogen was considered difficult in the time frame of the Ghost Fleet concept), and the AIs used would be ones with the personalities needed to handle long term operations outside of a chain of command.

Redundancy was a key. The ships in earlier caches had a genetic “spread” of frozen (later stasis-locked) genetic material and plans to create uterine replicators for raising animals and people. Later ships would use WORM-media storage of genetic coding and there were molecular and atomic-spitters that could create the DNA as needed. Complete archival records were stored on every ship as well-from history textbooks to entertainment media-which would ensure continuity of culture. The goal was that if a single Imperial starship survived, a viable human population could be raised up to minimum standards in a century. A single cache of ships could do this in twenty-five years.

How many Ghost Fleet caches exist are unknown. Indeed, the Archons have put in a significant effort in both the emplacement and the concealment of the caches. To the best of anyone’s knowledge, there is no single list or set of lists of the caches and almost all of these lists have specific keying to divert attention, just in case. 

One major factor in planning was the “unknown unknowns” issue-could an unknown attack vector render all this planning useless? This dictated a number of planning  methods, not the least of which was that almost every single cache was designed to not accept external updates outside of a very specifically defined set of circumstances. 

One of the most “common” methods used was a quantum entanglement timer linked to a physical control system. As long as the entanglement remained active, and a “no” message was sent at the proper time, the control system would remain off. If the entanglement failed, the mechanism would engage a specific lock-down and timer system to begin starship revival. If a “yes” message was sent, a specific receiving mechanism was engaged to allow for updates and status checks.

How many Ghost Fleet caches exist is unknown. A rough estimate is that there are anywhere between sixteen hundred to four thousand of them, scattered all over Imperial space. And even this estimate is considered low

Getting Organized

I’ve really got to get myself more organized.

Short version, the writing has been slow because that’s what I do for work. When I get out of work, I’m roped into the “honey do” lists, because somebody has to do them and there’s only so much the rest of the family can do.

So, this leaves me with very little time to get my brain out of not thinking, get to writing, and get things done.

This means…I’m going to have to get organized. Write up some lists. Take many more notes. Get my brain working faster and harder…because I need to get myself back into the publishing game.

Fingers crossed.

So, This Is What It Feels Like

Every once in a while, you sit there and wonder…why? Just…why are they doing this?

It’s like a cook going out to dinner. The urge to storm into the kitchen and make Gordon Ramsay look calm, collected, and chill has to grate on you when you see something going wrong.

Badly wrong.

Terribly wrong.

And, you want to go in and just…scream at people. People that should know better. People that have the material, created the material…and they tear it apart because they have to avoid having the Mob come and take them apart.

I just watched the full Netflix trailer for The Sandman and…well, my opinion of Neil Gaiman was mixed coming up to this. He’s one of those authors that when he’s on, he’s on fire. And, when he’s off…he’s gone. It doesn’t work, it fails.

(I didn’t include a link to the trailer. I don’t want to give it any more of a boost in SEO scoring.)

So, I watched the trailer. And this show is off. It’s fundamentally off. Like someone making beef gravy out of ground chalk rather than flower, it’s got the right consistency but the wrong flavor.

Dream…every time I read Dream in The Sandman, he kept feeling like David Bowie in the days when he was playing The Thin White Duke and Major Tom. He’s got all the right knowledge about being human, but he keeps missing these odd little beats that make you realize that this is not a human being. Just someone playing being a human being, except when there were parts of his duty to perform. Then, he was horribly, terribly inhuman. The Netflix Dream? Feels far too much like Generic White Hot Topic Teenage Boy, just a little too perfect and a little too easy to watch.

Death? Death is Goth, she’s cheerful. She’s calm, collected, caring, and she’s someone you want to meet…even though you realize that she is the exact last person you will ever meet. Ever. And, I have to say that Kirby Howell-Baptiste is trying to do that, but either the direction or the casting or just how she’s trying to portray the character is not working right.

(And, yes, the skin color. Look, for nearly thirty years, Death has been a white goth girl. Inspired by Cinnamon Hadley, for thirty years it has been this version of Death that has been on T-shirts, coffee mugs, other comic books, and just about everywhere when people think about this character. This recasting just feels like it was done for political reasons, not done because they couldn’t find someone that fit perfectly.)

Lucifer…come on. You’re telling me that Netflix couldn’t get Tom Ellis back to devour the scenery? Or Peter Stomare? Or even Lance Reddick, because you know that the Resident Evil series is going to be taken out back and shot after a season.

Jenna Coleman as a gender-bent John Constantine? Who dresses well? And doesn’t look like she’s living on a combination of cheap coffee, chain-smoked cheap cigarettes, and pure guilt? I’ve not been a fan of the actress, but that’s been for years…never been impressed with how she handles her roles. But, to be fair-I don’t know if it’s typecasting or just how she does things. Could be both, could be neither.

Again and again, we have terrible choices made, terrible characters chosen and warped to fit an agenda, and this time the creator of the stories…is going along with it. It’s tiring to watch people desperate to stay in good favor with the Party just destroy their own creations to do so. Especially when these are the stories that I grew up with.

Personal writing progress-chapter done. Next chapter being written, where I have to figure out the next plot beat.

Fingers crossed.

How Come It Matters So Much?

I’m not having a good weekend.

Monday, I go in for blood work before my checkup and I’m going to get the usual complaints from my doctor. I need to trim more things from my life.

I should have had more bad habits. It would be easier to get rid of those and still have ballast left over to get rid of and still have things to enjoy. But I couldn’t afford more bad habits, so I went for quality over quantity.

Today I got something in the mail. Something I wanted.

Oh, I know it was there, it had happened. I’d been in school, I’d gotten all of my grades, I had gotten my formal paperwork done. I even had an electronic version of it.

But…I have my physical degree now.

I got it. It’s hanging up on my wall.

And, after my crappy feeling day today, that’s what makes all the difference.

…and, a bit more of the story machine is starting to work again. It’s hard, because I’m usually mentally exhausted when I get home from work, the urge to write goes away for a while. Then I have to go to bed.

If the mojo is coming back…time to make it work.

Happy 4th Of July

As has been my tradition for years, here it is-the whole Declaration of Independence, repeated yet again to make it clear where we started from.

In Congress, July 4, 1776

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen United States of America,

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,

–That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

–Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

Getting Back Onto Schedule

Last week was a little frustrating and confusing because I had to puppy-sit and that threw a lot of my scheduled life off in directions that I didn’t expect.

But, it gave me a chance to shake up how my life is.

The Winter Solist has been making process, not as quickly as I would like, but it’s getting done. And, discovering the joys of eye strain, the whole “wrapping a steel band around your head” annoying pain thing.

And, going to see a friend on Sunday, which will be good.

Hopefully, this week, I’ll share some of the ideas for the RTS Isekei idea, and there’s another Isekei story idea that is percolating in my brain. And it’s one of those ideas of…

…look, I love Japan. I think it’s an awesome place. But I know what the limitations of the country are and its people. Two of these big limitations? Racism and bullying. Something which this story idea is going to take head-on. With bells.

Back to the writing monkeygrinder, busy times.

I’m Not The Sharpest Pencil In The Box…

…I will admit to that. I truly may not be the sharpest of pencils. I might even quality for more of the “exotic crayon” category.

(With the caveat that I am hopefully all thirty-two colors in the “Dogs Of War” set from Cryhavocolor. Even the “Friendly Fire” Grey crayon.)

But, even this particular crayon knows that when you’re in a hole and it isn’t the hole you want, stop digging.

Case in point, the Star Wars franchise. Understand this, I have been a Star Wars fan from when the first movie came out and I was possibly pooping in my own diapers when I saw it (still learning bowel control, I was a kid). I loved the movies. I enjoyed the Original and Prequel trilogies. I had probably my best ever time at BayCon was in 2008 when I got to watch Star Wars on LaserDisk. The original theatrical cut, which you can’t find anymore if you just want to buy it. Spent the entire night watching it, with a pretty and smart girl from OSU (science major, if I recall right) who spent the entire night drinking margaritas, snuggling, and curled in my lap.

I saw Revenge of the Sith at the Brenden Theaters in Concord with another awesome lady that made me feel like a normal human being at the time, and I still have fond memories of that evening.

So, yes, I have some very damn good memories of the franchise. I remember when West End Games did the Star Wars RPG and it was just…fun. Good, honest fun that was enjoyable and they wrote it well and it played well. It was good.

And then…Disney buys the franchise. This is where the digging commences, and Disney clearly was trying to get a world’s record in seeing how quickly they could destroy the franchise.

I liked Rogue One, I thought it was as close as we’d ever get to a West End Games RPG session as a movie. Where if you weren’t a Jedi or had a kilometer of plot armor, you ran from the Sith. As fast as you could, remembering that old saying that you don’t need to outrun the lion, you just need to outrun everyone else.

I went to see The Force Awakens…and something was wrong. Han died like a punk. You don’t kill people like Han Solo like a punk in this kind of franchise, because you need to use him to properly pass the torch along to the next generation. You don’t wreck the relationship between Han and Leia, you don’t throw Luke off to an ending cameo, you don’t make everything they fought for worthless.

And, it was in that moment, that I felt the briefest twinge of that dangerous wind blowing from the East. The wind of the Mystery Box. Of deconstruction theory. That you need to kill your heroes and kill the past, because the past will hold you back. The gust front of the Millennial Fallacy, that you need to make it all end before you can start again.

And then, I saw The Last Jedi.

That the movie theater is still standing, because I didn’t burn it down to the ground to try and contain the disaster. Mostly because it was already too late. Far, far too late.

I refuse to talk about why The Last Jedi was bad. It’s like reliving the worst day of your life, over and over and over and over and over again.

I like Rian Johnson and he makes good movies. He was not the director for something like this, and it showed. Oh, GOD did it show. You could have cut a third of that movie and still had enough space and budget to fix everything. The writing was horrible. The set-pieces were terrible. And…what the crucified fuck did you do to Luke Skywalker?!?

I am sorry that Carrie Fisher died. Especially with The Last Jedi as her very last film credit. Nobody deserves that. But, if you wanted to save the franchise, there was time to reshoot the ending, bring Luke back, and give Leia a dignified ending. Save something from the disaster that was about to unfold.

But, of course, they couldn’t. Because the past has to die, and you have to kill it if you must. And, the Force is female, and Luke was an evil old man and all of those old, tired theories.

I still have not seen The Rise Of Skywalker through in a complete showing. I…just can’t. I’ve seen it in bits and pieces, but I have seen it through from one end to the other. And, if there is a story in there….I can’t find it. At all, beyond…at the end of the day, Palpatine wins. His heir has everything, even the Skywalker name.

I watched Solo and there was a movie there I might have liked…if it wasn’t a dumpster fire from end to end and to the sides and to the bottom.

And then…and then, The Mandalorian

….which was a shock because it was actually good. It was well-written. It was paced properly. It used practical effects as much as possible. I liked the cast, they were chosen well, and they were fun to watch. And, the return of Luke Skywalker at the end of the second season, how it was paced in such a way as to hide what was going on-and to frame Luke as being an even bigger badass than his father. (Seriously, watch that episode and pace it with the fight scene with Darth Vader in Rogue One. Vader may slow down, but Luke never breaks stride. Not once.)

I had hope again. That there could be good Star Wars stories.

In theory, I should have enjoyed The Book of Boba Fett…but, it was just…horrible. One of the most dangerous men in the Star Wars universe. Someone that can challenge even weak Jedi and Sith-and hold his own-got a plot that could be a horrible mash-up of Dances With Wolves and The Godfather.

Then, the cycle was complete with ObiWan. I had to watch it, because everybody around me likes it. They enjoy it. They think it’s fun. They don’t see the plot holes that are a mile wide. They don’t see how some of the biggest heroes and villains have been turned into small and crass people…because the people in charge don’t believe in heroes, not at all. Unless the “heroes” are their perfect Mary Sue characters that are never wrong, always right, and always win somehow.

And, we saw the promos for Andor. Tell me this-if you weren’t told, specifically, that this is a Star Wars series, just on the visuals alone…would you think it was? Would you think that maybe this was a SyFi original series with maybe a bigger production budget? And, isn’t that a huge insult?

Let’s not even talk about the tie-in materials and games. My blood pressure is already too high.

I should be mad right now. Truly, I should be. But, if anything, I’m just tired.

Tired of bad movies.

Tired of bad TV shows.

Tired of people that have no respect being given the keys to the kingdom…and burning the kingdom down to the ground. Because they can. Because they think it is good and proper to destroy things. Because the only way they can feel joy is to destroy what other people have made. And laugh when you get angry when they destroy things.

So, yes, I’m out. No more Star Wars for me. I’m that theoretical abused spouse that has just had enough and is walking away. Giving my divorce papers, even if I’m going to be leaving with nothing but the clothes on my back. No more.

They’ve dug the hole, it’s going to collapse on them, and I don’t care what happens to them in that hole. I cannot raise a single mote of empathy for them, not at all.

They dug this hole. They destroyed what I loved.

And now, that hole is going to be their grave.