A Change is Gonna Come to a Galaxy Far, Far Away...

I'm a firm believer that in order for two people to have a proper argument (meaning productive), at least one person involved needs to be receptive to change. If there's no give, they're no different than two cubes of ice in an otherwise empty glass. They won't come together until one or both begin to melt. In this way Star Wars and I have sat forever, always together but never mixing.

Patient Zero as a Muse

I've been infected again.

No doubt about it, I'm sick. This particular bug comes around every few years, like primary elections and bad horror reboots. Similar to those two things, it tends to strike when the weather makes a turn for the colder. A little self-diagnosis, has lead me to believe it's a particularly virulent strain, this time around. Most of the time I never know exactly where or from whom I contract it, but this time, I know exactly who the carrier was; my patient zero, so to speak.