Apropos of nothing, and just because I’m bored and looking for filler, here’s a short something I wrote earlier today in response to fellow capper LauraPowers’ questions about some possible Star Wars plot holes:

The thing you have to understand — and I’m no expert, but I think the evidence supports me on this — is that George Lucas has absolutely no idea what he’s doing. Or, if he does, it’s more often than not a bad idea. There’s nothing inherently wrong in making things up as you go along, but there is when you pretend you’ve had it mapped out from the beginning, make changes to earlier choices just to match the mistakes you make later, and completely gloss over or erase certain details because they’re inconvenient to the story you’ve somehow managed to botch.

Star Wars was a terrific technical achievement and pretty decent fantasy. But it’s pretty obvious that Lucas initially intended it to be a stand-alone film. It doesn’t exactly set itself up for a sequel. The sequels were more a product of the first film’s success, I think, than of any grand scheme that Lucas had in his head from day one. In order to preserve the illusion that he’s had it all mapped out and knows what he’s doing, Lucas has resorted to altering the earlier films (like Hayden Christensen as Vader or Greedo shooting first) and ignoring inconvenient plot details (like how absolutely nobody in Star Wars remembers that Tatooine is where Annakin Skywalker grew up — not the droids, not the Emperor, not even the man in the black suit himself).

At the very least, I think Lucas was in need of a good fact checker. Of course, while he was at it, he probably should have hired someone else to write and direct the damn things as well, too. His energies these days are much better spent, I think, acting as a producer.

That being said, however, I’ll probably bite the bullet and watch the upcoming “last” film, if only for the sake of completeness.

This afternoon, as I was driving home from a job interview, I found myself behind a truck with the following bumper sticker stuck to its rear window:

What if everyone in the world just farted?

Of all the bumper stickers from which one has to choose, of all the sentiments one might wish to share with his or her fellow drivers, that’s the one this person paid good money for? Sheesh.

Personally, I don’t have any bumper stickers on my car — for much the same reason, I think, that I don’t have any tattoos. (If that makes any sense.) Of course, bumper stickers have the benefit of not being permanent…

I’ve always taken great comfort in Thomas Mann’s assertion that “A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.”

It’s a difficulty that I think John at Thudfactor neatly sums up: “Some people cut themselves with razor blades; I continue to try to write.”

Sometimes, it’s enough to try a thing because it’s so difficult.