: Welcome back, readers, to this messily-stitched-together story that takes most of its inspiration from messily-stitched-together versions of a story about a messily-stitched-together person.
OK, that was a stretch. But then again, so is this!
: I could wish it was less of a stretch, but…
: Hello, gentlebeings, and welcome to Force Visions, wherein I have hopes and then they are dashed.
Also, this is proposal week again and I literally have four things I’m doing at the very same moment, so apologies if this commentary is going to be a little light.
: Don’t expect more from me, I’ve been pulled six ways from everywhere for weeks now.
: Welcome back, gentlebeings, to the third and final part of “The Spacer’s Tale,” wherein, sorry, but you don’t pray to the Force, and you especially don’t do it like that–and you don’t get to use a lampshade to cover a plothole.
: And if you do, you don’t get to not be noticed doing it.
: Also, remember what I said about wondering what a member of an evangelical religion would think of BoShek’s preaching, and how it’s stringing buzzwords together?
Yeah, about that.
: Hello, gentlebeings, and welcome to the second part of The Spacer’s Tale, wherein it’s a short week, and we’re coming off a convention high.
In personal news, last weekend Will and I were at Capricon, participating as panelists and interviewing their Guest of Honor–one Timothy Zahn, of whom you may have heard.
…so that happened.
: Yeah. *grins*
: Welcome back, gentles, to the bottom of the barrel. Have a scraper.
: …oh, and I had such high hopes…
: This week we’re going spelunking for monking, with the monastic errand boy, BoShek, in “At the Crossroads: The Spacer’s Tale.”
The phrases Star Wars gives us…
: I don’t know if Star Wars always voluntarily gives us those phrases, or if we go looking under the couch cushions for them, but anyway.
: Before we dive in, one last reminder that tomorrow morning (as of the day this goes up) at 10 AM local time, Z and I will be interviewing Timothy Zahn himself at Capricon in Wheeling, IL, in Chicagoland. Woo!
: Woo-hoo, even!
: Hello, gentlebeings, and welcome to Part 2 of our commentary on “The Pipe-Smoker’s Tale,” wherein maybe there’s a plot…
: No promises though.
: …ooor maybe I’m going to do the equivalent of stalking off and slamming the door behind me. But we’ll see. In personal news, I’m in a place where I don’t remember life before this season’s repertoire edits. I think there must have been a time, but…I mean, I learned how to read music around when I was six, so I don’t think I could have been doing edits before that? Right?
: Welcome back, loyal readers, where we get…well, this is interesting.
: “Interesting” sums it up.