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Thursday, May 16, 2002 I've never been to the Burbank airport before. It's a retro 70s lump--mixture of ugly factory and office building--that constantly played motown on its speakers. Some people say that they like a small airport. I'd have to disagree. There's something about them that throws me into a time warp, into a former, simpler time that is like a flimsy but tight trap, attempting to keep me there. I don't like it because I feel held back, as if the future was completely out of my grasp. On a lighter note, I saw Star Wars: Episode II. This is back at home. No sci-fi freaks, but plenty of southern teenagers trying to look cool. And the only line was to the concession stand. Biggest gripe about the newest installment? Cheesy dialogue. I'm not looking for Oscar-worthy drama, but it could have been better (in fact, a lovestruck hormone-ridden teenager could have written parts of it better). And what's up with that shiny non-camouflage ship that Anakin and Amidala took to Tatooine? Otherwise, go see it for Yoda's Jedi moves. [posted by S. Y. Affolee on 10:16 PM : ]
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