I've always been a Lightsider. From Day One, it was Luke for me. I wanted to do good in the world. Create, instead of destroy.

Thus it was with much excitement that I began finishing my basement so I could create a Star Wars playroom and display area. A home theater to watch Star Wars. I had visions, man!

Palpatine had visions, too. Granted, they were to build a weapon to wipe out entire planets. But he had a goal. He wanted to build!

So I start my project. I didn't have enough to have the contractor finish it. So I've been slowly toying with the almost-finished product between collectibles hunting: painting, puttying, painting, and painting and painting.....

I finally finished the painting, today. 18 months after the contractor started. (It only took the contractor 3 weeks to do his part.) I'm feeling Han Solo, now. I'm feeling cocky.

Stupid move.

What took me down? Door knobs. I can't get the cover off one part that is supposed to be so easy to get off. I ultimately ended up on the floor with a bloody thumb and a cover that went nowhere.

So I'm thinking about the Death Star. It took them 17 years to build it. And now I know why.

They tried to put in door knobs.