Like the Tv show COPS except with Storm Trooppers

• When Luke Skywalker Leaves his home see the domestic dispute that happens to his Uncle Owen and Aunt and why they got killed…

http://www.theforce.net/fanfilms/shortfilms/troops/

Warning !!! This is a 28.6MB (30,022,828byts) QuickTime Movie

I just watched the Fantastic Four... My comment ( who am I to judge.)

To childish for adults and to adult for children...Very unbalanced movie. The FX were Ok. What's her name was hot, the Alba something chick. And that dude from that funny teen movie (Not Another Teen Movie) was intresting. Other than that, I am glade I got a free tickets and didnt have to pay a Fantastic 20 bucks Four.

Mr Fantastic can strech any part of his body and make it dense. Now thats fantastic http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/fantastic_four/trailer_2/

JUKE BOX HERO
Foreigner

Juke Box Hero
Standing in the rain with his head hung low
Couldn't get a ticket, it was a sold-out show
Heard the roar of the crowd, he could picture the scene
Put his ear to the wall, then like a distant scream
He heard one guitar, just blew him away
He saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day
Bought a beat up six-string, in a second-hand store
Didn't know how to play it, but he knew for sure
That one guitar felt good in his hands, didn't take long to understand
Just one guitar, swung way down low
Was a one way ticket, only one way to go
So he started rocking, ain't never gonna stop
Gotta keep on rocking, someday gonna make it to the top
And be a juke box hero (got stars in his eyes), he's a juke box hero
He took one guitar (juke box hero - stars in his eyes)
Juke box hero (stars in his eyes), he'll come alive tonight
In a town without a name, in a heavy down port
Thought he'd cast his own shadow by the backstage door
Like a trip through the past, from that day in the rain
That one guitar played his whole life chain
Now he needs to keep rocking, he just can't stop
Gotta keep on rocking, that boy has got to stay on top
And be a juke box hero (got stars in his eyes)
He's a juke box hero (got stars in his eyes)
Yeah a juke box hero (got stars in his eyes)
That one guitar (stars in his eyes), he'll come alive, come alive tonight
(Solo)
Yeah, he's gotta keep rocking, he just can't stop
Gotta keep on rocking, that boy has got to stay on top
And be a juke box hero (got stars in his eyes)
He's a juke box hero (got stars in his eyes)
And just one guitar (juke box hero) put stars in his eyes
Now he's just a juke box hero
Juke box hero, juke box hero, he's got stars in his eyes
Stars in his eyes

JUKE BOX HERO REMIXED
Originally by Foreigner now bye Hurt Ears.

iPod Hero
Standing at the door with his head hung low
Gona smoke a joint in the basement, it is way down below
Heard the roar of the bar, he could not picture the sound
Just leaning on the wall, standing there wishing he was DJ hound
He heard one Madonna song, just blew him away
He saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day
Rolled a joint up for just six-tokes, place in- each hands core
Kinda new how to smoke it, but he knew for sure
That one joint felt good in his hands, didn't take long to understand
Just 17 Mp3, played way down low
Was a one-way ticket, only one way to go?
So he started smoking, ain’t ever going to stop
Gotta keep on smoking, someday gonna make it to the top
And be an iPod hero (got stars in his eyes), he's an iPod hero
He took one tok (iPod hero - stars in his eyes)
iPod hero (stars in his eyes), he'll come alive tonight
In a town without a name, on some heavy strong pot
Though he casts his own shadow by the Edge Bar door
Like a trip through the 80’s, from that day in the rain
That one Mp3 played his whole lifes a chain
Now he needs to keep rocking, he just can't stop
Gotta keep on running the same songs, that boy has got to stay on top
And be a iPod hero (got Mp3’s in his eyes)
He's an iPod hero (got Weed in his eyes)
Yeah a iPod hero (got Michael Jackson in his eyes)
That one guitar (stars in his eyes), he'll come alive, come alive tonight
(Solo)
Yeah, he's gotta keep rocking the same 17 songs, over & over & over
Patrick the bartenders, Mike and Willl beg for something new, but that boy has got to stay on top
And be a iPod hero (got Mp3’s in his eyes)
He's an iPod hero (got Midi in his eyes)
And just one guitar (iPod hero) put Avi Files in it as well
Now he's just an iPod hero
iPod hero, iPod hero, he's got need in his eyes
Weed in his eyes

I go and start doing Maker and and Tequila shots with Jeff... I crash at Genevers. Genever lives in a small zoo. three cats and four rabbits, hairy rabbits. I am allergic to cats and rabbits and dogs and anything with fur or maybe hair...

Watership down

Whatever.. I was drunk and fell asleep in my furr- hairy animal doom.... and wake up so ill and hung over.

MASHA-The name is of Hebrew origin and there are several versions as to its meaning. It might mean either "bitter" or "loved" or "stubborn." I like loved.

Being a leader is not about ability it’s about responsibility.
Michael Jordan, great player, big personality, big influence too people and children all around the world, knows how to make a ball. But he never captained the Chicago Bulls even though he was there the best-ranked player at the time he was on the team.
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In the NFL, NBA, WBF, NHL, National, international, Non National, Major league, Minor league, or what ever big sports organization competition you look at from anytime past or present, the Captains, Coaches, leaders or well like influential people of all these teams, squads, lineup, players, company, troupe, cast or however you want to call a group of people engaged in a competition are mostly old guys who cant make a ball to save there life; but they can sometimes see, plan, organized, lead or put together a win. There is nothing in the APA manual that states the highest ranked player is the best qualified to be the captain or the coach. Usually by popular vote or demand one or more is appointed as the leaders, captain, coach, guide or governess.
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There are some people who are pool players that play on the APA and there are some people who play pool on the APA.
The APA handicap system is imperfect. It is inconsiderate of the quality of the players shooting style, ability, Knowledge, wisdom, experience, what kind of a day he or she is having, how intoxicated, what kind of mood he or she is in at the moment and so forth. The sheet does not record these factors involved in ones game. This is why the APA offers handicap complaint forms about how a person is inappropriately ranked.

Lately it’s been so that some people I know-that I new to be the kinds of people I shouldn’t of intermingled with (but I did anyway) are now starting to irritate me, a lot. An example: I take notice of a individuals behavior and body language from a safe distance say for instance I am on pool table number 30 playing and the other person is about three tables up from me pool table 33, and think to my self, “stay away from table 33”, I get the cerebral red flag from the bottom of my nameless subconscious or UN conscious or whatever my autopilot mindful decision-making is called, I keep away from them as best I can. But then something inside of me ignores my natural (usually right) instinct, something deep and damaged inner child psych-101 like happens. A pretext to gravitate towards these people I like to call “incomplete paintings” happens and I get somewhat involved with their lives or I invite them a little into mine. This might be the first time I am taking notice of this pattern of mine as appose to the usual web log complaining about it as a stupid act of vanity on my part over the years.
I usually try an Zen my way out of it but find my self just simply ignoring the morons at the same time having tiny little regrets of why o why did I ever speak too you to begin with. Judging a person is not so cool but with me preservation of my temperament and how I am viewed by number of others, is a significant tool of my perceived character; to set a proper and appropriate example of dealing with certain sorts.
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Team "Get in the Hole" gets the first 5 out of 5 win for thefirst time this season last Monday, Week 6.

What has more value, point or influence?
It’s just not hot when you lose your cool. On the pool table there is a match going on with one of my players against the other teams player. I see a tiny inaccuracy is about to be made by my player; do I jump in and try to liberate and follow it with a passive aggressive insulting reproach on how to do the shot? Or do I appreciate the fact that those around are accepting my trying to help as a good move? At first I used to flip out when I watched one of my players about to put a tiny bit inaccurate English on the cue ball for what could be a winning three-ball-run but ultimately loosing the match instead. I never used to look good jumping in with a coach all flustered and befuddled as to why can my shooter just see the simplicity of the three balls in the hole? This is very arrogant behavior. If you are aggressively arrogant it doesn’t matter how you shoot, you will not be a desired company in the future or looked too as help for future matches. I’d rather be a pleasant presence with some skill and hopefully have an answer to questions about why I think he or she won/lost the match as appose to forcing a player to do it my way for the what could be the winning the point. If you approach with a bad attitude, even if you win the point for your team, player and match, you loose your player’s inspiration of you helping him or her get a point, being looked to as healthy source of stable info to help you win the match and most importantly, fun.

You want your players to feel comfortable around you. Some times I have semi professional pool players watching me shoot and I am not nervous cause even if I miss the ball I know I will not get ridiculed for it, there professionals.

George is one of the best pool players I know, though for years we have fought like dogs around the pool table, not once did he ever beat his own drum about his game, nor try to make me feel like a moron.

One Friday night, we decided to make Happy brownies. We'd gotten the recipe from someone that knew how to do it, but had neglected to ask certain questions, like "How much do we use?". We used two ounces (we found out later that you were only supposed to use half an ounce) (like I said, we had more Gob Stoppers than we knew what to do with).
So we make the brownies, slice'em up, and we each eat one.
Time passes (about 20 minutes).
" Hey, are you feeling anything yet?"
" No, not a thing."
We eat another one. More time passes (another 20 or so minutes).
" You feel anything yet?"
" No. Better eat another one."
The first brownie kicked in about 15 minutes later. Hard.
The punchline: I had to go on one of those pipeline surveys in the morning. Early in the morning. Wake-up-at-5AM-early in the morning. When you're 19, you can get away with bodily abuse at night and still wake up at 5AM.

So I go to bed early, around 10:30. I set my alarm for 5AM. I had no trouble at all getting to sleep.
5AM. The alarm goes off. I wake up. I'm still toasted. Waxed. Blotto. My alarm clock was on the other side of the room, so I had to get out of bed to turn it off. This involves opening your eyes at some point. I tried to move my eyelids. Nothing. I tried again. Nothing. At this point, I reach my hand up to my eyes and physically pry my eyelids open with my fingers. I had a case of cottonmouth so bad that it dried up my eyeballs. My eyelids were stuck together. I opened and closed them again (using my fingers) a few times until they'd teared up enough to lubricate my eyeballs and were able to move on their own. Then I get out of bed and stagger across the room and slay the alarm clock. The only thing I wanted to do at this point was crawl back into bed and sleep for another 15 hours or so. But I had to meet the rest of my cow-orkers and go on a survey. So I get dressed.

We had to bring a sack lunch, since we'd be out in the field all day. No restaurants in the middle of a cow pasture. I go into the kitchen and make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. But I had the munchies really bad, and that sandwich looked really good. So I ate it. Then I made another sandwich. It looked really good, too. So I ate it. At this point, I had to leave so as to not be late for the rendezvous. I hop in my car and drive to the meeting place. I cringe at this now, but it was dark-thirty in the morning and the roads were empty, so I made it without incident.

I pull up into the parking lot, take the car out of gear, turn off the engine, rest my arms on the steering wheel, rest my head on my arms, and immediately go to sleep. Next thing I know, someone's banging on my window. "Joe! Wake up! Time to leave!" I get out of the car, hop into the work truck, shut the door, lean my head against the cab, and go to sleep. Next thing I know, someone's shaking my shoulder. "Joe! Wake up! We're here!" In this case, 'here' was a little town called Refugio, about a four hour drive from Houston.
We go through about an hour of preliminaries, checking in with the oil company rep, getting the gear ready, and start trekking along the pipeline. I'm still fully anesthetized at this point. We'd have to stop every couple of hours for breaks and to change out the wire spool. During these breaks, I would sit on the ground, lay back, look at the blue sky and the puffy white clouds, feel the warm sun, and ZONK out I'd go. This set the pattern for the rest of the day. We'd walk for a bit, stop, Joe would sit down and go to sleep, someone would kick him when it was time to resume, and off we'd go. At the end, the drivers went off to the car we'd parked nearby, so they could drive to get the other cars and come get us. The guy I was riding with had to walk into the field to wake me up, as he was unable to rouse me by yelling and honking the horn from about 50 yards away.
We finally get all the gear gathered and head for home. I sleep for the entire ride back. I get in my car and drive home, where I sleep like a log.
I have never been so wasted so hard for so long. I always meant to try brownies again when I didn't have to get up in the morning, but never managed to.