Ok, I been done said Don't fuck with the Jedi Master, son. And, surprisingly, it seems to be working; the tourists and trolls are keeping schtum, as it should be.
Given recent behavior on my part, though -- being Veiny, Evil, Stupid and Horny, mouthing off to possibly well-meaning but hidiously stupid people in stores, ignoring Nubian Goddess knows how many rules of decorum and manners and posting comments in places I really shouldn't be (or should at least be maintaining the polite fiction I ain't), saying things that I know perfectly well will piss people off --
Which reminds me. "Pissing people off" implies an action, hence responsibility, on my part. "Getting pissy/pissed off with me" suggests I am a mere passive observer of someone else's actions. . . did you even take the prerequisites? I don't normally let underclassmen in my seminars, you know.
Any road up, given my conscious decisions to behave in this manner, the obvious question which presents itself is: Am I a Jedi. . . or am I a Sith?
And if the latter, always two there are, no more, no less. A Master, and an Apprentice. Which I am? The Master, or the Apprentice?
No, haven't had enough coffee yet. Working on a can of panther piss Mountain Dew, though.
np -- Duel of the Fates, John Williams and the London Symphony Orchestra, Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace soundtrack.
Update: Added image of Jedi Master Mace Windu (as always, click for larger version in a pop-up).
Windu, a diplomat by nature, believed in the power of words over action. But as the galaxy found itself increasingly fragmented by the rise of a powerful secessionist movement, he grew to question some of his firmest held beliefs.
Also added a link to the Duel of the Fates music video. You can gank an mp3 of the song from that previous link, if you're so inclined to ignore copyright.
Now then. Hand me my lightsaber... it's the one that says, 'Bad Mother Fucker.'.
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