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bktheirregularIt is a period of civil war. Guerrilla spaceships striking from a hidden base have won a narrow victory against our loyal Imperial forces, inflicting heavy losses in terms of casualties and, worse, the galactic peace. During the battle insurgent spies managed to steal secret plans to our ultimate weapon and the brainchild of Tarkin's dream, the DEATH STAR, an armoured space station with enough firepower to destroy an entire planet.
The whole thing has given me a massive headache.
Mix three parts Star Wars with one part Bridget Jones' Diary and one part LiveJournal (or actually Blogger), and you've got a take on the Star Wars trilogy that is by turns moody, snarky, angsty, and screamingly funny. If you've ever wanted to use the Jedi death grip on whoever is forcing you to sit through a PowerPoint presentation, then you need to read this.
One tidbit, which had me gasping for breath:
...You try to be an effective manager, you weed out the bad apples like the late Admiral Ozzel -- only to find that an insidious culture of incompetence has somehow transformed your deadly pan-galactic armada into a fleet of spaceballs.
The Darth Side: Memoirs of a Monster.
The whole thing has given me a massive headache.
Mix three parts Star Wars with one part Bridget Jones' Diary and one part LiveJournal (or actually Blogger), and you've got a take on the Star Wars trilogy that is by turns moody, snarky, angsty, and screamingly funny. If you've ever wanted to use the Jedi death grip on whoever is forcing you to sit through a PowerPoint presentation, then you need to read this.
One tidbit, which had me gasping for breath:
...You try to be an effective manager, you weed out the bad apples like the late Admiral Ozzel -- only to find that an insidious culture of incompetence has somehow transformed your deadly pan-galactic armada into a fleet of spaceballs.
The Darth Side: Memoirs of a Monster.
