I know my Star Wars, thank you very damn much

The other day, I wrote a blog about our trip to the Renaissance Festival up in Plantersville. In it, I referred to the guy who dressed up as a Imperial Stormtrooper as TX-1138.

I was promptly mocked, in the comments section, by one of my favorite people in the world. After reading her comments (you know who you are), I was tempted to pull off a limb and smack her on the ass with it. I was accused of screwing up two things, the TX (which was supposed to be TK) and the 1138 (which was supposed to be 421, as Chewbacca's prisoner transfer was supposedly from cell block 1138).

My response is thus: I KNOW THE DAMNED DIFFERENCE. I WAS MAKING SOMETHING UP.

To explain: "TX" is for Texas, as in the Texas Renaissance Festival. "1138" was making fun of George Lucas, who throws 1138 into EVERYTHING in honor of his first shitty film, THX-1138.

I know that TK-421 was not at his post after Han Solo shot his ass and I know that the prisoner transfer was from cell block 1138. I was being original, which I forgot was verboten in the Star Wars universe (too bad Lucas didn't stick to that rule, as we wouldn't have had Jar Jar Fucking Binks).

To say you were mistaken in thinking I knew the ways of the Force is a good way to get you smashed in the Spice Mines of Kessel, certain someone (and whoever else was thinking the same way).