Why, George, Why?

I have just ruined Star Wars for myself. And I blame you, George Lucas. The realization came to me this morning, and I wonder if anyone else has reached this point of disappointment and despair as I have.

So, at the end of Revenge of the Sith, as it is so cleverly named, Yoda takes Obi-Wan aside and speaks to him of the secret of immortality, an allusion to the force ghosts seen in the original trilogy. At the time I simply thought it a nifty, albeit unnecessary, tie-in to the real Star Wars. Unlike the whole midichlorian fiasco, it was an acceptable explanation that I foolishly embraced and let into my beliefs about their universe.
BUT, this morning it all fell apart when I thought back to that happy party with the Ewoks at the end of Return of the Jedi. There, amongst all the frivolous celebration, were three serene ghostly figures, Yoda, Obi-Wan, and of course Darth Vader. This also I felt was unnecessary, as we had already seen the redemption of "Anikin" in the arms of his son, in that bittersweet, lonely moment. But of course, American cinema being what it is, the point had to be driven home as much as possible, with the prodigal son returning and being all chummy with his old masters. Of course, before Revenge of the Sith I didn't think much of it; but now, it tears everything in half.
Accepting that the Force Ghost is a mysterious technique passed down sparingly through generations of Jedi, how the fuck did Darth Vader learn it? The ones who even knew of it were Luke, Obi-wan, Yoda, and (shudder) Qui-Gon. I doubt the Emperor ever learned it as he was never a Jedi in the first place, and sticking around to dole out wisdom to your successor doesn't seem like much of a Sith trick.
So where does this all leave me? Driven out of my fucking skull with hatred for George Lucas for tricking me into letting such a seemingly innocent bit of information into my head, like a charming vampire who I have welcomed into my home and is now mercilessly tearing my neck apart!

Pity Party

I am determined to pity myself. That's why I always declare myself beyond help or redemption, a tragic genius without the determination or the inspiration to put himself to use. It's why I'm constantly diagnosing myself with a plethora of ailments; that and my neverending quest for attention and acceptance. The irony is that in realizing this truth I have found the greatest reason to pity myself- so why am I not satisfied?

Craigslist: Part 2

Just when I thought things couldn't get weirder, I get this:

would you rape a guy for cash?

What about posting in "Men seeking Women" causes people to solicit me about gay sexual assault? I might have to consult an expert about this...

Craigslist is Awesome!

OK, even though I do my best to avoid writing on here (or at all), this was just too hilarious not to pass on.

So I posted a Man seeking Woman ad on Craigslist a couple hours ago because I was bored/so very lonely. After the usual onslaught of spam, I got this reply which is so bold that it can't not be real:

Let me know if you can't find that chick. I will give you a hand or a mouth ;P
Is that not the coolest thing ever??