#21 I definitely see the different planets as different countries. And for the record: There is nothing futuristic about Star Wars. Those things happened a long long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
#20 I watched the Cookie Monster biopic on Netflix. Eating cookies were never what got CM off. He had lost his taste buds back in the 1980s after a bodged suicide attempt (hose attached to exhaust pipe of Ford Taurus) and therefore all food tastes like cardboard to him. He says in the film that a red mist descends upon detection of a cookie and he is overcome with the urge to destroy the baked treat. He puts it down to the fact that his baker father went out for a bag of flour when CM was just a cub and never came back. Sure, his mum did the best she could but it was hard growing up in 1970s Harlem, just another poor blue face from the wrong side of the tracks.
#21 I definitely see the different planets as different countries. And for the record: There is nothing futuristic about Star Wars. Those things happened a long long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
#20 I watched the Cookie Monster biopic on Netflix. Eating cookies were never what got CM off. He had lost his taste buds back in the 1980s after a bodged suicide attempt (hose attached to exhaust pipe of Ford Taurus) and therefore all food tastes like cardboard to him. He says in the film that a red mist descends upon detection of a cookie and he is overcome with the urge to destroy the baked treat. He puts it down to the fact that his baker father went out for a bag of flour when CM was just a cub and never came back. Sure, his mum did the best she could but it was hard growing up in 1970s Harlem, just another poor blue face from the wrong side of the tracks.
#21 I definitely see the different planets as different countries. And for the record: There is nothing futuristic about Star Wars. Those things happened a long long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
He says in the film that a red mist descends upon detection of a cookie and he is overcome with the urge to destroy the baked treat. He puts it down to the fact that his baker father went out for a bag of flour when CM was just a cub and never came back.
Sure, his mum did the best she could but it was hard growing up in 1970s Harlem, just another poor blue face from the wrong side of the tracks.