So, my sister and I went to Star wars fandays in Dallas a few weeks back. I've been on a SW kick since then. I went back and rewatched all of the GOOD Clone Wars from back in the day, read Death Troopers, got a few new figures, ect.

As I'm sitting there watching CW, it occours to me that I'm re-writing the last 10 years in my head. TPM never happened. The Clone Wars was between, you know, Clones. Anakin was a man when Ben met him. Oh, and here's he kicker: Boba Fett was a journeyman named Jaster Mereel from Concord Dawn (yes, I knew that from memory). And there was no virgin birth. Anakin's father secretly was, get this, the emperor. He used the same trick to turn him to the dark side that Vader used on Luke. "I am your father. Join me and together we will rule the galaxy as father and son" and guess what? He did.

The Jedi's light was already going out. There were few of this forgotten sect left, and the Clone Wars wiped a good chunk of them out. The dark side had been picking them off one by one. Order 66 never happened. By the end of the war, which lasted better than 20 years (come on, seriously? 3 years? For a universe at war? The War of Northern Aggression lasted longer than that!) there were so few Jedi left that Vader could hunt them down one at a time. Only problem is Ben didn't die.

Let's think a minute. dark times = 20 years, CW = 20 years, empire = 20 years. 60 year old Vader? Yeah, sounds about right.

Anyways, these are a few thoughts I had. I also envisioned inventing a time machine just so I could go back and threaten to kill young Lucas is he doesn't get smart. I know it's mostly fanfiction and doesn't count for a hill of beans, but there you go.

Also, as an amendment to my last journal, the storm did hit. It got bad. Still is. Go me. *rolleyes*