Chronicles of the Wayward Moot

WELCOME TO THE MOOT, oh world-wanderers and word-whisperers. After two years of Peace Corps. After 2,200 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. What. Comes. Next?


NERD ALERT! I went with my mom to Star Wars in Concert recently. I haven't seen any of the movies in a while, and I haven't watched all of them together since 2002, but witnessing the music live, coupled with footage and a laser light show and props and costumes on display did get me in the mood for a Forceful film screening some time. Honestly, I've felt a lot of Star Wars synchronicity lately with fans and tattoos and shirts and the most unlikely people mentioning the films. Something's a-rumbling below and my universe is tuning into it.

There was quite the super-nerd fashion show out that night, but I decided to go understated in the Stormtrooper tie. I don't think Princess Leia even noticed me though. = (

I did get invited to the front of the photo line by Boba Fett himself. Hopefully this will put an end to people asking me what kind of cow my tattoo depicts.

This guy refused to jump in his suit.

And goiter, well goiter can't jump at all. Out rooting among the fall leaves and trying to bogart a treat.


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