My workmates have become increasingly aware of my 'fandom' despite my hope for the contrary. Ocassionally, they can be severely annoying about it. I don't mind joking about my 'hobbies' but I feel there needs to be some balance between trivialization and respect. They don't mean anything by it, but it still rubs me the wrong way on occasion. Still, I'm not too thin skinned to occasionally indulge there idiotic questions like 'how much does a stormtrooper costume really cost?' or 'which character did you name one of your cats after?' They don't have any real interest in the answers; what they are interested in is to see the level of excitement or annoyance I might betray. Oh well...its all in good fun (I guess).

On one recent occasion, some of these folks were on a business trip. While I was busy taking care of the nearly empty office and the incoming issues, I received a call from said group. Apparently, they had just seen a giant Lego figure of Jango or Boba Fett in some mall they were visiting. The description they gave me was vague such are their powers of observation. As I laughed at them, they were suddenly asking me who Jango's son was.

I told them Jango didn't have a son although Boba Fett was a clone of his whom he treated like a son.

All went quiet on the other side of the phone. One of the group states, "Well, that's not what the clerk at the store said. The clerk said Boba was the son of Jango."

Without missing a beat I asked, "Well, if Boba is Jango's son, who is Boba's mother?" We can quibble about the nature of children, but if the only set of DNA you have comes from your father, you're not a son, you're a science experiment. Maybe that's too harsh, but to call Boba a son of Jango is wrong in my eyes (and regardless of Jango's hopes). The fact is Boba IS Jango, just a much younger version of the famed bounty hunter. If anything, they are more identical twins than father and son. The fact that Boba grows up doing just what his father did makes the tie even stronger.

Again, all went quiet on the other end of the phone. I continued by stating that if they really cared to know about the nature of Jango and Boba I'd be happy to enlighten them with regards to Darth Tyrannus, Kamino, and Palpatine's ultimate plan for galactic domination and how it all fits within the Star Wars universe. They giggled the way men do (ha!) and said that was alright and went about wasting theirs and the company's time as I returned to wasting my own.


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On a side note, while putting my Christmas ornaments away just a few weeks ago, Yoda - wielding a lightsaber - fell from the upper most part of the tree down towards the ground, hacking off Jango's right hand in the process. I tell ya, the guy can't catch a break, ornament or cinematic. Mace takes his head; Yoda takes his hand. Not having any bacta, my wife lovingly used some superglue to mend the stalwart Mandalorian.

Perhaps Legos are the best form for Jango - even if he comes apart at least he can be put back together.

JANGO LIVES!