I ordered a t-shirt just for the rally, and made this sign. I think I looked pretty good.
We made good time in the completely packed train once we left at 10:30. When we got to one of the stops, we convinced everybody to pretend we were zombies so nobody would try to get on. Despite an entire car full of people groaning and yelling "braaaaains!" one man was undeterred and got on.
The rally was great, from atop our perch on porta pottys. Met up with some other DC 2nd Ward members, and generally had a good time.
I wanted to write another huge post on homosexuality and talk about the talk by President Packer, the changes to his talk between the two versions (oral and written), the reaction to it, the church's reaction, etc. But really, I'm just not really up to that. I'll just refer you to my previous posts on homosexuality:
David is one of those people that, even though I disagree with him on various theological points, I very much look up to him and the strength of his testimony. I have no doubt that he knows Jesus is the Christ, Joseph Smith was a prophet, the Book of Mormon is true, and we are the true church. I'm proud to count him among my friends, and grateful I am his roommate.
Bonus, a video of him at a gay bar in NYC (where, shockingly, people swear):
Okay, maybe calling for the death of George Lucas is a bit extreme, but what else is the appropriate moral response to the man who keeps screwing with the movies you love so much?
Mr. Lucas recently announced that he's going to release the Star Wars movies in 3D.
I still fondly remember waiting in line for Episode I. The large, huge line of people waiting at the Wynnsong Cinema in north Provo became a kind of woodstock for nerds, and boy did we have fun. But, then we actually watched the movie.
I can remember being in denial about it. I can remember saying that I liked it. I can even recall that I went ten times to see it (mostly just because friends would invite me and I didn't have anything better to do). Then I went on my mission, and upon returning saw Episode II the next day.
I hated it. HATED it. And I knew why I hated it, aside from the fact that it was atrocious. As my friend Allan said, no matter how bad these prequels got, there's always hope that Lucas will attain his former greatness for the next one. And no matter how hard you try, how deep you bury it, how much mud and earth and cement you try to bury it under, the flicker of hope never fully dies. Its light always shines through. Besides, the trailers for Episode III looked good!
Then I watched this (I've edited it from its original cut):
The light of hope finally flickered and died. The moment I read "A Lost Hope" in this fake fan trailer was the moment my inner child died. He's been dead ever since.
As my birthday present that year Allan said he would buy me tickets to two movies, and opted to buy me a ticket to Episode III. Otherwise, I'm really not sure I would have ever actually seen it. And this one was actually okay, because for 10 minutes in the middle Anakin is a 2.5 dimensional character. Or maybe my expectations were so low that there was no way Lucas couldn't have reached them. I'm not sure. I've blogged about this before.
But when I hear Lucas is trying, yet again, to revisit (read: screw up) his original genius creations, I simply shake my head. You killed my inner child. Why would I go back?
So when this guy at CNN says, "We will say how we hate it. We will say we won't go. But as it gets closer we will cave. The worst part is you know we will and that we still care about your creations," I laugh.
I'm not going to go. I admit the possibility that someday I will see Star Wars in 3D if I'm ever at somebody's house, they have a 3D TV, and that's what all my friends vote to watch.
But it won't be my vote. You see, my friends, this, below, is the only appropriate moral response to George Lucas. It's not murder, but it'll do.
