Today I'm all about the writin'.

Yesterday I was all about the readin'. Finished the Christopher Moore book that I started over Christmas vacation, and finally started in on the Harry Potter series. So far the first book is very much like the movie. So much so that I'm wondering if I can just skip it and move on. But no, that would be wrong. If I'm going to read the series, I have to read the whole series, in order. It's the principle, you see.

I was going to go visit my sister's class today to say goodbye to the kids before school lets out for summer, but I slept too late again. Tomorrow I'm going to drag my arse out of bed in time to go.

So. Star Wars. Spoilers ahoy.

Anakin and Padme (and why does her name always make me snicker?) are no Han and Leia, let's just get that out of the way right now. Hey, George? It's called sexual tension, and it's what makes onscreen romance interesting. Haydn Christianson and Natalie Portman have zero chemistry together. Other than knowing that they have to get together and make babies, you really just don't care that they're going to hook up. Maybe that's the problem. You already know they're going to hook up, so there's no suspense, and Padme's initial weak rejections just don't ring true.

Sigh.

Regardless, there was lots and lots of cool stuff. Seeing Yoda fight is alone worth the price of admission. Plus, Sam Jackson finally gets some light saber action. And I'm finally clear on just how Owen and Beru Lars are related to the Skywalkers, so that's one mystery solved. And a rain-soaked Ewan McGregor makes any movie better. I really have to see this movie again before I form a solid opinion, but I can safely say that Empire Strikes Back doesn't have to worry about losing its place as best movie of the entire series.