Forget Trash Can, I'm Dumpster Fire!

He is told he can send a single message to his past self at any point he chooses, but it can only be seven words.

His message, sent to himself mere days before the Yam’rii petition the Republic to send Jedi to push back the Kahleesh, is: “The Jedi would help. They don’t know.”

The Trade Federation, panicking that there are Jedi investigating and not killing Kaleesh, decide to kill the two of them and blame it on the “Kaleesh savages.”

Frustratingly, Dooku and Qui-Gon survive, but the Yam’rii soldiers decide to report that the pair had been killed to avoid punishment.

When a Republic vessel approaches their camp, Yan and Qui-Gon approach the ship, prepared to present their findings. They are met with a group of Jedi preparing a decapitation strike on the Kaleesh.

Dooku responds to the report of his and Qui-Gon’s deaths with… what resembles a sense of humor.

“Indeed?”

He glanced at Qui-Gon.

“Did you know we were dead, Qui-Gon?”

“No, Master.”

“Neither did I.” Then he turned to Qymaen. “Chieftain, I must lodge a complaint.”

Qymaen blinked. “A complaint?”

He is told he can send a single message to his past self at any point he chooses, but it can only be seven words.

His message, sent to himself mere days before the Yam’rii petition the Republic to send Jedi to push back the Kahleesh, is: “The Jedi would help. They don’t know.”

Yes, because the Washington state government activated like a sleeper-cell and ruthlessly, systematically hunted them down and annihilated them.

“Y2K came to nothing amirite?”

Yes because an army of software engineers working around the clock, losing sleep, and busting ass till the last minute prevented it from happening.

“Remember the hole in the ozone layer?”

You mean the one that was fixed through rigorous world wide government action?

One of the root problems of our society is a refusal or inability by media to articulate that all those “it’s gonna be an apocalypse” disasters were not disasters because we collectively did something about them.

The good news is this is actually quite correctable. I maintain my firm belief that we as humans are capable of solving almost all of our problems, when we decide to do so.

And I still think that’s going to happen. I don’t know when or how, but I do know that abandoning hope won’t help bring it about.

In my AP Art class, there was a girl who was just starting to experiment with mixed media. At this point she was still playing around, trying to decide what direction she wanted to go with her portfolio. So one critique day, she brought in an abstract canvas with some rhinestone highlights and painted and real peacock feathers. She loved sparkles and peacock feathers so she thought she’d try introducing them a *little*. And after everyone had given some input, the teacher gave her his advice, VERY roughly paraphrased here:

“So here’s the thing… I do not like this style. These are just elements that do not speak to me personally, but I see that you like them, and you’re doing interesting things with them.

“My biggest critique is, I only merely *dislike* this piece. I want you to make me HATE it. Go crazy with the things that you like. Don’t hold back trying to make it palatable to people like me. Because I am NEVER going to like it. And if the audience does not like it, it should drive them crazy seeing how much YOU love it.”

Her portfolio was chock full of neon colors and glitter and rhinestones and splashes of peacock feathers and it was a delight. Our teacher despised every piece lol, but she got great marks and I think even won some awards. And more importantly, she was happy and proud of the results. Because she didn’t limit herself by trying to appeal to people who were never going to enjoy what she enjoyed.

14 years ago when I had recently moved to Alaska, I went hiking with an Aleut friend, and she pointed to a feather lying on the ground and said "hey that's a bald eagle tail feather, you should grab it!" and I was like "uhh I'm very white and that's very illegal" and she went "they're fuckin everywhere up here man. I have 20." so she grabs it off the ground and hands it to me and says "there, now it's a ceremonial gift from an indigenous person."

and I'm like, okay, cool, I guess this is how we do things in Alaska. nice.

so I keep this bald eagle tail feather around for years. display it in my home among other cherished memorabilia from places I've lived and visited, etc.

on a whim, I have just now looked it up. there is no exemption to that law for a ceremonial gift from an indigenous person. the last 7 years I lived in the US, I was technically a bald eagle poacher.

the law against 'picking feathers up off the ground' means that you can't go shoot an eagle then sell the feathers on etsy by saying you 'just found them'. you can't own them no matter where they came from, which makes sure that they're not going to come from any birds killed and then secretly disposed of.