Boba Fett. Fascism. Milton Bradley.

If they ever get around to making a third Star Wars trilogy, the opening scene of the first movie should be a nausea-inducing flight over blinding yellow sand dunes. We approach a giant hole in the sand, at the bottom of which is a mass of scary teeth. Silence for a moment, then blaster fire is heard and something flies out of the mouth. It is an armored man, who lands face down in the sand at the top of the hole. He is panting, his armor ripped and scratched, perhaps eaten away as with acid. After a long moment of obvious pain, he struggles to his feet.

The POV changes to over his shoulder as we see the Rebel hovercraft in the far distance….

Dear American Legion Leadership:

Fuck you.

(via metafilter)

Don’t forget:

Here’s the resolution.

And with Milton Bradley going on the DL, has he played his last game as a Dodger? That would be really saddening if true.

You know what else would suck? Barry Bonds in an Angels uniform. (Halfway down the page.)