I always wondered what that droid said to Threepio, but in the end I realized it doesn’t really matter what he said and it can be as filthy as anyone wants it to be. And… well… here we are, keeping BMS classy. 😉 You can see part 2 of this strip over on Top Web Comics, or else you’ll have to wait until Monday. Things are about to get a whole lot worse for Threepio. Please try to save your comments on the TWC voting incentive strip until Monday’s blog update. No spoilers that way. 🙂

Today, as I have nothing pre-planned to write about, I’m going to tell you about my life as a movie, based on real events. Inspired by my TERRIBLE day at work yesterday.

As a hopeless romantic, I took the leap to follow my heart 17,000 miles around the world to marry my best friend. If my life was a movie, I must be on the the sequel because things feel very Empire Strikes Backsy right now.

The indie comic Once Upon a Super Hero, one of my original creations with cover by Leanne

Although happily married at the end of the first film with such promise ahead, the central character got trapped in a deadly combination of job from hell, a mortgage right before the collapse of the housing market, and degenerative disc disease that has become increasingly debilitating. It was a dark time for the Rod Alliance, so to speak. Mum was hospitalized for a week back in NZ and my dad’s health forces him to have routine hospital treatments as well. Then along comes the Empire in the form of two abusive, left-field attacks from my superiors at work. It seems like I escaped Hoth (my last awful job) only to end up clinging to the communications antenna at the bottom of Cloud City for dear life.

The question is, what form will my Millennium Falcon take when it comes to carry me away and into the final chapter of my trilogy. IF the Falcon even shows up. Does that mean that a friend who betrayed me will be one of the people to rescue me from my desperate plight? And if I’m yet to meet Jabba the Hutt I’m really worried based on current candidates. *shudder* Maybe I should just let go! 😉

Leanne and I are Southern Marylanders, here on the East Coast of the USA (I am specifying for all our international readers). If there are any semi-rich or affluent readers out there who would like to employ me for my creative skills, or simply my conscientious, protective qualities as a humanistic individual who can help with some project of any nature, please get in touch with me. I can do extensive photo retouching as well, by the way. If everyone finds their ancestral family photos and pays me to fix ’em then maybe I’ll be in business. Right now I’m doing nothing of the kind and I’m going out of my mind to find a way out. I said it to a colleague earlier, I’m a nice guy who worries and does his best to help others. Some places just don’t appreciate that and it is an unhealthy environment. It’s so hard finding a job in my region that actually fits my talents and my personal qualities. So go ask your parents if they’d pay to have a good guy fix up their photos. I’m your man.

As always, it is a long shot, but I am seeking a rich benefactor to foster those world enriching qualities of mine currently squandered in the basement of an abusive and unethical DC business. Although this blog post will undoubtedly change little, musing over my desperation in such a metaphorical way has actually proven somewhat therapeutic. So as far as my life as a movie goes, if I get to the Ewoks, I’ll be sure to let you know what form they take!

–EDIT– I forgot to mention that I have to have surgery again next Tuesday for my degenerative disc issues that the surgery in January has not alleviated. It’s called a Cervical Facet Block. If that doesn’t work they will destroy the nerves to numb me to the pain permanently. This still leaves me with my arm and hand radial pain, flare ups, cramps, aches and burning. So, I’m serious about looking for options as I can’t deal with my present job and all this at the same time. It’s a head-desk situation at the moment and I suddenly realize that when Luke was clinging to that antenna he probably could have cared less about the beautiful sunset around him.