
Happy Monday!


You probably didn't know that the Falcon's hyperdrive requires 1.21 gigawatts of power to jump to light speed. You might have noticed the team of AV dudes controlling the juice so we wouldn't explode from our own rockening. Can you guess which one just flew in from Hawaii?
Alright, back to the intergalactic drama. Here's Lord Vader being a good dad, laying it down for his kids.
One of the kids learned to sing like a Wookie.
The other one was getting down.

Vader put the whammy on him, making his throat kind of dry and scratchy just before he had to sing a Journey or Bon Jovi tune.
He couldn't even let his guard down when Boba Fett left the stage for good because these fellows started coming after him with multi-colored inflatable bass guitars.
It's not easy to play drums when you're frozen in carbonite.
Even if the party is on.
Carbonite pretty much sucks.
So there we were, Luke and Han and I, just chillin at the Hilton, relieved to have filled the tank in a galaxy far, far away rather than Springfield. We had no idea that Boba Fett had stowed away and was now sneaking up behind us. Fortunately, the ghost of Obi Wan Jedi-mind-tricked him into playing bass.
The ghost of Obi Wan's spell-casting didn't end there. Here he is persuading a wayward protocol droid to back off.
Success!
Then we learned that it's true your hair keeps growing after you're dead. Poor Ghost of Obi Wan. We doubted he'd hook up looking like that.
Happily, a Klingon stopped by.

And if it's not too late, I want to extend my sincerest apologies to the fine people of Davis Electric, Frasca, Dealer Marketing Services, Midwest Technical Institute, The Rockford Spine Center, and all their friends and dates. I am really really sorry that I sang in a snowman costume at your company's holiday party. That could have been terrifying for some.
But the tree thing was okay, right?







I’ve searched the world over for a puzzle, a conundrum that might stump our Contest Prize Winner and her pal, The Other Contest Prize Winner, but I keep coming up short. Meanwhile, she happened to win another weekly trivia, sinking us deeper in debt. So how about a wager, putting it all on a Brat Pack trivia contest, only not with questions about the 80s or about the movie stars known as “the Brat Pack,” but with questions about this Brat Pack, a bunch of people you can’t easily google. Questions about stuff that even our mothers might not know! Great. Let’s get started.