|Squealing thank yous of rapturous joy
||[May. 4th, 2007|12:29 pm]
I love love love love LOVE my sis-in-law, suzieboz. She may have been late with my birthday prezzie this year, but she could not possibly have chosen better:
The Star Wars DVD with the original version of the movie that started it all.
Now, some of you may remember that theferrett had finally put his foot down and absolutely refused to fund George Lucas in one more blatant attempt to get us to buy his movies. It's not that he didn't want to own the original version of Star Wars; no, he was (and remains) infuriated that it had been released with poor stereo sound rather than the quadraphonic sound in which the original movie was made. He is convinced that the "high quality sound edition" will be coming out in just a few years, and by the gods he was going to wait.
I lack his discipline, and looked upon them piningly whenever we were in the DVD section of a store. But you know how there are just times when it's not a good idea to take things into your own hands and override your partner? Yeah, I could just tell that this was one of them. I might ignore his wishes and cut my hair short, I might insist that we go out on an evening he'd prefer to stay in, but this was a matter of principle. And you don't mess with the principle.
That doesn't mean, however, that I can't accept them as gifts! I was really hoping that my whining and pining would yield results at Christmas. Alas, no Star Wars was forthcoming. And then I stopped seeing them on the shelf.
My heart broke just a wee little bit. I know Ferrett stands strong in his conviction that they will be released yet again, but me? I live in fear.
And I'm a junkie. I know this. Step One may be acknowledging that you are powerless against your addiction, but Step Two is wanting to change. I don't want to change. I like my addiction. I've purchased The Holy Trilogy at least three separate times. I'm okay with that. I was willing to go four, with the real possibility of five looming in the wings. I am comfortable with who I am.
But it appeared that it was not to be. Not only did I not buy this edition, it looked like I wasn't even going to own this edition.
And then a manila envelope arrived in today's mail. And with it came a new hope!*
Because I am, of course, a completist. I want Empire now. I even want Jedi.
I still can't buy them for myself, of course.
But Mother's Day is coming up....
(And Sue? Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!)
*Possibly the worst pun I've ever made.