Alas, today is the day Star Wars Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker officially hits theaters, the final of the so-called “Skywalker Saga” films. We have our tickets booked for the first screening later this evening. In our family, this is a thang. It’s been a long time coming, so we’re pausing the Floridensis bio-roll today to celebrate the lightsaber mayhem.
Pictured above and below-left are scenes from my 6th birthday party in the late 1970s (back when everything was shaggier and yellower). I’m the Stormtrooper-looking runt; my brother is Luke. As for Leia, that was our friend and neighbor, Jennifer. The original Star Wars (back when it was simply called “Star Wars”) was released in May of 1977. Needless to say, it made quite the impression on our wee little-kid minds and dominated more than a few childhood (and adult) birthday parties in our lives.
As for the fire-and-saber kid featured below, that’s my daughter, Aurelia Zora, rocking the Rey-vibe back in 2016 (after The Force Awakens came out but before The Last Jedi); she was eight at the time, a few clicks older than myself in the stormtrooper gear back in the 1970s. She went straight for the light. I apparently was the one who went straight for the dark side with that pseudo-stormtrooper outfit.
Anyhow, if Star Wars has had a role in your imaginative and fantastical experience of life upon this hurling Starkiller Base we call Earth, I hope you and yours have a fun time with Episode IX. There’s been a depressing torrent of toxic rage within the online/fan communities in recent years, but I try not to pay them too much mind. Life is too short, and there’s much to cherish in the fantastical morality plays Star Wars has given us over the years (along with endless merchandising glory, of course).
If you love it: Awesome!
If you don’t love it: Well, that’s okay, too!
Okay, let’s do this thing!
We’ll kick back in with the biota-photo-roll tomorrow.