Friday, August 31, 2007

End of an Institution II


The Old Spaghetti Factory on Sunset Blvd between Bronson Ave and Gordon Street has closed its doors forever.

Word is they'll be tearing the place down later this year to begin building condos, probably with retail stores on the ground floor. I don't understand this new trend in Los Angeles of erecting condominium complexes in commercial areas but I guess some people like living over a Walgreen's in a heavy traffic area.

I feel fortunate enough to say that I had dinner here a few times and quite recently with a long time friend Jedi Master Fox. Not to be confused with Jedi Master Box and his army of speeder bikers.

Although I cant say I was crazy about the place, I can say that a piece of history and many memories will soon be demolished.

May the Force be with most of you.

End of an Institution


In 1993, Universal Studios Hollywood unveiled its first ever high (hye?) tech thrill ride. Sadly, this Labor Day weekend will be the last time Doc and Marty take fans on an adventure through time in that famous DeLorean.

Back to the Future the ride
will be shut down forever to make room for Universals new The Simpsons Ride scheduled to open in the Spring of 2008. The new ride will reportedly take fans on a thrill ride through Krusty Land.

If you get a chance this Labor Day weekend and have never experienced the Back to the Future ride, take a day trip and catch a ride in time before its gone. You wont regret it.

May the Force be with most of you.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Jabba plays for the Evil Empire?



Shouldn't surprise me really.

Okay, Okay, so its not really Jabba the Hutt, in fact thats not even how you spell the kids name but as I was doing some reconnaissance work scouting out the Evil Empire I heard them say "Jabba" and I got concerned. I thought Princess Leia had slain the evil Hutt back on Tattooine during the Showdown at the Pit of Carkoon. After further investigation, I learned the terrible truth. Joba (pronounced Jabba) Chamberlain is a rookie relief pitcher for the Evil Empire. He looks like a slimmed down version of the gangster hutt and would not surprise me if this was the offspring of Jaba himself. This kid is 6'2" weighs a hefty 230 and throws about 100mph. In his limited time in the majors he has not allowed a run and has struck out 14 in 8 innings! Sick. Just plain sick. Kid has a future ahead of him. But my main concern is...

Who the fuck names their kid after a giant slug!?

May the Force be with most of you.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Wampas drink it too!


The other day I was visited by a long time friend Jedi Master Lamoreaux who is stationed in the outter rim and I had not seen in months. After catching up for a while we returned to the Jedi Temple to sample some of my Johrian Whiskey. After taking a couple of sips he pointed out that my private stock was lacking my favorite Sarlacc kicker and was displeased with me. I pointed out that my last bottle had been consumed by myself and my friend whom I still have the "padmes" for on a camping trip. He did not accept my excuse and we moved on to talking about baseball. Personally I like Grav-ball better.

The next day I went to my local Cantina Supply Store to purchase a bottle of Sarlacc kicker. While wandering around the store I spotted a bottle of Wild Tauntaun Rare Breed. I must admit I was curious by the fact that it was advertised as Wampa Strength which would keep any creature warm on Hoth. After debating whether I had enough Republic Credits to purchase both bottles I decided I needed to splurge a bit so I bought both.

As soon as I returned to the Jedi Temple I had to have a taste and let me tell you that, that extra 16.2% alocohol really does make a diffrence. After a sip or two I was sure my esophogus lining had been burned away. It felt like somebody turned a lightsaber on in my throat. It was awesome! I bet they wish they had this stuff on Echo Base.

Wild Tauntan: When you absolutely have to stay warm on Hoth

Wild Tauntaun Rare Breed: What wampas drink to stay warm

May the Force be with most of you.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Patrolling Hollywood Blvd

Last night I went on patrol of the Blvd with my long time friend Darth Diamond. We encountered an unusual lack of docking bay space for our transport and attributed it to local parking Stormtroopers closing off the entire south bound side of Ivar to who knows what. I was not in the mood to investigate. In fact the only investigating either of us felt like doing was that of the women in short dresses and high heels. Having been distracted by one such woman on the corner of Hollywood and Cosmo we decided to walk into the Comedy Club there to make sure all was well and slythmongers weren't trying to sell innocent patrons any Death Sticks.

While inside the club I ran into a group of friends who happen to be performing there that night in the weekly cage match. We purchased a couple of drinks and went in to watch the show who's winner is decided by audience votes. Simple task when you have a Jedi on your side and most people there are weak-minded fools.

At the end of the show I employed the Jedi Mind Trick to convince the majority of the people sitting around me to vote for my friends who obviously with the help of my force skills won.

After the show we continued our patrol heading West-bound on the blvd. Darth Diamond having been a transplant from another time is still new to the whole Hollywood organism and enjoyed hearing about my 26 years of experience living here pointing out businesses that are staples in Hollywood like Hollywood Toy and Costume Shop, Supply Sergeant and Musso & Franks Grill.

After we scarfed down a couple slices of pizza we began to head back to our transport when we spotted Hover Transport ships lighting what was obviously a scene of some crime or disturbance. We went to investigate.

By the time we arrived, Stormtroopers had already dispatched the perpetrator and were mopping up a few minor details much like these guys do. After making sure all was in order we returned to our transport and headed back to the Jedi Temple for a good nights rest.

May the Force be with most of you.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Attack at the Jedi Temple!

Last night while on patrol at the Jedi Temple I cought glimpse of a fire. I ran and saw that some rogue padawan had used his lightsaber to light a trash compacter full of recyclables on fire. I immediately alerted my R2 unit to call the Coruscant Rescue Ops to put out the danger. In the meantime I found the nearest hose and did what I could. By the time the fire brigade had managed to send an Emergency Firespeeder I had put out most of the danger.

May the Force be with most of you.

The GHP

Last night I represented my local Jedi Council at a Coalition of Jedi Councils meeting. The topic of discussion was traffic and docking bay space. As I arrived I noticed I was probably the youngest member of the council and I respect older masters but they soon will disappear and become one with the force and I don't want them planning the future of Hollywood if they wont be around to see it. So part of me went to represent my Jedi Council and yet another part of me went to represent my interest in the future of this city.

The meeting was called to order and immediately I sensed the facilitator was a stickler for the rules and "under the payroll of the GHP." A small contingent of young Jedi were in fact present and I felt could help sway the balance of power. To my dismay they seemed to be affected by someones Jedi Mind Trick because for an hour of nonsense they did not seem to speak up despite obvious frustration at the GHP.

This first hour of the meeting was spent discussing what this meeting was supposed to be about. Wait what? Exactly. You would think if somebody would take the time to invite members of the Jedi Councils to talk about traffic and docking bay space then obviously that must be the central topic. Instead the GHP wanted to talk about planning another meeting and the actual definition of "town hall".

Finally after an hour of respectfully declining to comment, a Jedi Master who will remain anonymous in order to protect him from the evil GHP urged me to speak up and bring the madness to an end. So I did.

I asked the GHP "why have we spent the last hour getting absolutely nothing accomplished and the fact that this meeting is so insanely boring, I'm surprised some of you old timers have managed to stay awake. We have an agenda and that is obviously what we came here to discuss and find a way to address the issues, but quite frankly we haven't even discussed what the actual problem is."

I almost immediately received applause from the young contingent after the GHP stuttered and stumbled to form a response to this most unexpected intelligent comment, but before they could respond I ( being a Dark Jedi and having rather enjoyed the spotlight) continued to rip the evil members of the GHP with solutions to the problems. Solutions that they no doubt found beneath them. Solutions like taking a public transport rather than their own private transport, walking, biking and even leaving the heavily populated Hollywood area. I brought up a the Wise Jedi Master Box (no not Jack-in-the) who everybody in that room has the utmost respect for and how he manages to handle all his business without ever taking up a spot in the docking bay or adding to the traffic on the streets. The evilest of the GHP however pretended not to know who he was. Bitch!

As I continued to rip new assholes in the Council Chambers after my comments were acknowledged but obviously ignored when the GHP reverted back the biggest question of the day "I'm still not understanding what you mean by Town Hall Meeting", the facilitator of this meeting (the same one under the GHP payroll) rolled his eyes at me! Now... when you roll your eyes at someone mid-speech, more often then not the speaker continues and at the end of the meeting addresses the person privately. I on the other hand was not deterred by this obvious show of disrespect and stopped to address him right then. Obviously with all eyes on me nobody in the Council Chamber saw this but I made sure everybody knew what he did and after he denied it pointed out that he had indeed done so and told him not to do it again. He insisted he didn't but before he finished I said "Your powers are week old man." He kept his mouth shut the rest of the evening and never made eye contact with me again.

After the meeting I was showered with thank yous and congratulations and business cards. Hopefully this will let people know that I am not the Dark Jedi to be fucked with.

May the Force be with most of you.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Sabotage!

Somebody sabotaged my land speeder!

Luckily I went to a local repair shop and they patched me right up for a grand total of 10 republic credits. Friendly staff, fast working, and they didn't even try to sell me new repulsorlifts for my old beat-up land speeder.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Attaked!

So theres this new street cat I dubbed Count Dooku because every time I see him he's creepin around doing some serious dark side shit. He's also half black half white which always reminds me of Darth Tyranus because he was once part of the light side of the force and then succumbed to the dark side of the force He seems like an old school Heathcliff kinda alley cat that sharpens his claws on tires, pisses on peoples windshields, slammin into peoples bedroom windows and leaving his midiclorian count inside other street cats.

Apparently yesterday Count Dooku and my cat Anakin got in a brawl leaving my cat maimed and wounded. I guess the force was not with him this time.


May the Force be with most of you.

Late Night Jedi Missions

Last night after a long night protecting the city from the Al-Anon 's I was in desperate need of some Jawa Juice. I located my old friend Darth Dragonfly who apparently was also in need of the potent beverage so we headed off to the Palms Cantina. After a couple of hours of talking about The Dark Side our transports among other cantina-like topics we headed off to a local eatery for a burger before we called it a night.

Whilst standing in the docking bay we caught glimpse of two individuals who looked like they were part of the Trade Federation having an argument. The argument eventually became a full on brawl at this point I pointed out that it was the Jedi Way to be a peace keeper and was my duty to halt the situation before anybody was seriously injured. Darth Dragonfly and his infinite wisdom pointed out that it was my duty to put such an event in the Jedi Archives and that my duty for the day had been finished earlier that night. He also pointed out that a local squadron of Storm Troopers would no doubt arriving shortly. He was right and they arrived in full force armed with jedi knightsticks.

Seeing as I was not in the mood to pull out my light saber (no not that one, perverts) that night we decided we should return to the Jedi Temple to get some rest. Always good to see my old pal Darth Dragonfly.

May the Force Be with most of You.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Late night Rock & Roll

The Hollywood Jedi has been keeping the peace in town a whole lot lately and has been on the verge of burn out of late. Small things like listening to the Max Rebo Band while I unwind make things tolerable. Tonight I decided that after a long day dealing with medics, the Jedi Council, and Imperial Storm Troopers I would go to bed early.

At a minute or so past 1am my r2 unit began buzzing with communications from friends living in the Valley of the Jedi's about concussion grenades having been detonated causing the earth to shake to a level of 4.5 on the primitive Richter Scale.

I haven't gotten out of bed for a 4.5 since I was a wee youngling. In fact I haven't gotten into bed with a 4.5 since I was a padawan under the apprenticeship of my Master.

Late night Rock & Roll

The Hollywood Jedi has been keeping the peace in town a whole lot lately and has been on the verge of burn out of late. Small things like listening to the Max Rebo Band while I unwind make things tolerable. Tonight I decided that after a long day dealing with medics, the Jedi Council, and Imperial Storm Troopers I would go to bed early.

At a minute or so past 1am my r2 unit began buzzing with communications from friends living in the Valley of the Jedi's about concussion grenades having been detonated causing the earth to shake to a level of 4.5 on the primitive Richter Scale.

I haven't gotten out of bed for a 4.5 since I was a wee youngling. In fact I haven't gotten into bed with a 4.5 since I was a padawan under the apprenticeship of my Master.