If the Imperial ground forces were to make their way up the Chesapeake Bay, we’d be out of luck. With AT-AT’s standing 74 feet tall and the average depth of the Bay being only 21 feet, they’d be able to get around! If a stormtrooper were 6 feet tall, they alone would be able to wade through more than 700,000 acres of the Bay and never get their helmet wet. BUT if we want to lure the AT-AT into a trap, we just have to get it southeast of Annapolis near Bloody Point, where “The Hole” and is 174 feet deep. Happy #StarWars Day everyone! #MayTheFourth be with you! #SaveTheBay
📷: Bay photo by Megan Hannon, AT-AT photo from Disney/Lucasfilm https://instagr.am/p/COcWJY7AaUi/
I got this guy in a purchase of a used lot, and would love to get my hands on a complete set of heads and weapons. (Even if it meant getting doubles of the pieces shown here)
This is, to my knowledge, the first time a glyos figure had “weathering” on the weapon and shield. I certainly enjoy having a figure with gray beard and hair, not the cool factor of an eye scar.
Maybe it’s just me, but I’m finding the older I get, the more I sympathize with Owen Lars.
Growing up, he was just your typical super-serious older person, ya know? But now I feel like I get him. He’s just trying to live a simple life and do the best he can, and the universe just keeps messing with him. He just wants to make a bit of moisture in a dry-ass world, and then his step mom gets captured by Sand People, and his dad gets his leg chopped off, and then his scowly step brother shows up just in time to bring his dead mom home, and then some stranger shows up out of the blue with the step brother’s kid for him to raise, and then the kid doesn’t even appreciate it and just whines about leaving, even though all Owen ever did was try to keep him safe.
Oh yeah, and his scowly step brother? Totally Darth Vader now. So every time his whiny step nephew starts giving attitude, it’s like, “Is he going to go all Dark Side on me now”? Also, he’s starting to think his wife’s voice might be someone else’s. Can’t a humble guy just make some gat-dang moisture in peace?! No, because he and Dubby Magee get crispy-fried by stormtroopers looking for his ungrateful nephew who DOESN’T EVEN SHED A TEAR at the sight of his charred skeleton! Even in the end, no moisture for Owen? Not a single tear for the only family you’ve ever known? Really?! But the death of a crazy space wizard you just met, that gets a reaction. Sorry. I went deeper into that than I expected. Anyway, I feel for the guy. We’ve never gotten a decent Uncle Owen figure either. His Revenge Of The Sith figure seems fine, but I was in a Star Wars collecting lull at the time and never got him. He’s got a decent comic pack figure (that also came with Darth Maul!) that isn’t canon anymore, and I never got that one either. My only Owen is this one, that was part of the Lars Homestead playset along with Beru, a Sandtrooper, and a womp rat. He’s a repack of an old POTF2 Cinema Scene, so he was already dated when the set came out. I suppose he’s better than no Uncle Owen, even with his weird “get off my non-lawn!” arms and strange handlebar stubble. But what is up with his eyes?
I don’t know if Hasbro was going for “tired eyes”, but it looks like he’s got blue eye shadow. It’s really weird, and I can’t imagine how any designer thought it looked right. But then again, maybe Owen just wants to feel pretty. Hasn’t he at least earned that? Can’t a guy just feel a little cute in this god forsaken wetless world?! At least Beru got a decent enough figure in POTF2. I mean, she was never going to be super exciting, and Owen isn’t either, but I still think they’re necessary. Maybe someday Owen will get a decent figure from A New Hope. Until then, this one will have to do.
So strange to think we haven’t dined out, gone inside of a store (save for twice to a Walmart for vaccinations), or really anywhere except our house or an occasional visit to the post office.
Weather was lovely at 66F and extra nice in the breezy shade of the outer edge of the swamp.
#bogsafari critter counts are – first and foremost, three kids/teenagers sitting across from one another smoking weed and drinking sodas. I gave a courtesy wave and they were friendly. One remarked that it was a place to go and chill out, and I agreed that it was a great spot. He liked my walking stick and told them to have a nice day. They didn’t seem worried or upset, otherwise I would have given them an even wider berth.
Lots of birds in the trees, but the ground animals were scarce.
The smell of pot smoke by the water reminds me a little bit of the used bookstore in key west when I was a kid. I remember my grandfather saying that “it smells like a friggin’ hershey factory in here” and I wonder today if he was referring to candy bars (as I have thought all these years) or if it was one of his weird racist remarks that went over my head at the time. Either way, it was a good place to buy comic books as an 8 year old, and to read them in the restaurant next door while he had a coffee.
