The Somewhat Ambitious

Much of the nerd community is begging for an excuse to go outdoors. Most nerds are actually normal people with hidden (or not so hidden) fetishes, some have skin allergies which make exposure sunlight impossible, and some are convinced they are vampires*. But I’ll wager even the most stalwart agoraphobic would venture outside for this.

AN INFLATABLE X-WING! Fuck subtlety! Look at that kid! He’s all like, “fuck school, I have an X-Wing”! Can you imagine how shitty the water noodle must be feeling right now? Can you imagine the giddy euphoria of getting into some shirts and skimming along the surface of… wait, do they have an inflatable Death Star?

Ok, so it’s the size of a beach ball. Is it wrong that I was imagining a university-sized rubber inflatable Death Star? The downside of such a creation is obvious, though. Emperor Palpatine would not be killed when thrown over the precipice into the reactor core. He would bounce around and have a good time. This, I feel, would rob the dénouement of the trilogy of its… what’s the word?

Balls.

/Paul

(Link via Boing Boing)

*If you’ve filed down your teeth and have an Ann Rice novel nestled in your colon, you’re not a vampire. You’re mentally ill.

Update: I’ve just noticed something. Those are some horrifically shiny children.