Sorry, kid…it’s the carbonite chamber for you.

Yeh. This project is hereby officially shelved. I may come back to the story and it may change a lot, but it seems that like Star Trek Next Generation, people aren’t really getting what this is about without seeing it. With only a couple posting interest and no chance whatsoever that the great creator will allow this to become a movie, as well as some new real-life developments, I can’t spend any more time here for quite a while. Many thanks to the two people that did show interest; your encouragement means a great deal.

On to other projects…profitable ones that aren’t obvious derivatives! (Everything’s a derivative of something, even when we don’t notice it.)


Coming to a theatre near you…never!

That was brutally anticlimactic, wasn’t it?  Yes, it’s true, this will never be a movie.  But, why?

Well, super-fans who think they know better than the guy who wrote the original story is why.  From Jar-Jar to Han Shot First, (damned right he did, btw,) the loudest voices George heard over the last decade were the blog-jockeys who had to bitch to no end about how he ruined it.  Thus as of the latest comments from George, there will never be more of the Star Wars series made into movies — not by him, not by anyone else.  (At least anybody who wants to charge admission.)

He’s allowed and tightly controlled the Clone Wars and future live-action show.  He tolerates the books and games going beyond his original scope.  There’s now an official rule that screen-plays are rejected at the door.  At one time there might have been another trilogy.  There could have been more had there been less back-seat-directing, but there will not be.

So — thanks, super-fans.  You’re so super-cool YOU killed the series you loved.  Good job!


(It’s only due to the really nice and/or young people who may read this that I deleted the last word I wanted to write here.  Let’s just say “nerf herders” would be a very tame substitute.)