Always a sucker for light-up eyes
Apparently, it took me a couple of weeks to catch the ad for the current promotion of Star Wars toys at Burger King. The tiny stuffed Wampa looked really cute in the ad, though, so I decided to do some investigating online. It's not quite as cute as I first thought, but it has a certain inherent charm for being the cutesified version of the hulking monster that tries to eat Luke in The Empire Strikes Back. However, looking over the other toys revealed that there's also an absurdly cutesified stuffed Jawa with a head larger than its whole body featuring light up eyes...and that it's part of the third week of the promotion...which is right now.
My mom always loves a good quest, so I thought I'd set her on the trail for one of these. All I asked was that if for some reason she went to Burger King to try to get me one of these, but that it wasn't worth making a big deal out of it. She offered to stop by Burger King while grocery shopping later that day, and it turns out that they did indeed still have a jawa. Spooooky light up eyes. Tee-hee.
In other news, I am so incredibly boring that my friend down the street elected to stay home sharpening his trowel rather than hang out with me. He bemoaned how awful it was to spend the entire day working with a dull trowel, and how he hasn't sharpened it even once in four years of field work. I said that I understood, and that it was important to have a trowel that's sharp enough to slice off the heads of mummies and zombies, which I assumed were the typical adversaries archaeologists encounter in the field. He said that it's actually mostly nazis, which makes the whole thing rather embarassing since most of them are in their 80's by now. Oh, well.
My mom always loves a good quest, so I thought I'd set her on the trail for one of these. All I asked was that if for some reason she went to Burger King to try to get me one of these, but that it wasn't worth making a big deal out of it. She offered to stop by Burger King while grocery shopping later that day, and it turns out that they did indeed still have a jawa. Spooooky light up eyes. Tee-hee.
In other news, I am so incredibly boring that my friend down the street elected to stay home sharpening his trowel rather than hang out with me. He bemoaned how awful it was to spend the entire day working with a dull trowel, and how he hasn't sharpened it even once in four years of field work. I said that I understood, and that it was important to have a trowel that's sharp enough to slice off the heads of mummies and zombies, which I assumed were the typical adversaries archaeologists encounter in the field. He said that it's actually mostly nazis, which makes the whole thing rather embarassing since most of them are in their 80's by now. Oh, well.
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Having gone to a few archaeological digs as the unskilled dirt lugger, the main foe of the archaeologist seems to be the Blood Huge Rock That Looked Much Smaller Until You Started to Excavate It and Then Found Out it Was the Size of a Volkswagen, But Less Mobile.
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