Nerd Alert, AKA That Post About My Brother's Tree

So my mom is nuts about Christmas. Specifically, about decorating for Christmas.

As my two younger brothers and I grew up, one of the Christmas traditions she had was to purchase each of us a new ornament each year. The thought was that we would take those ornaments with us to our own homes when we moved out of hers. And if you know anything about the price of ornaments, this is a very generous gesture (I mean, those suckers are not even close to cheap).

Now, if you look back at the ornaments that made up my personal collection, you'd see an array of things: a ceramic Big Bird here, a Clara from "The Nutcracker" there, and an eclectic assortment of items representing different countries, funny situations, movies, and, like, Elvis collectibles (I went through a phase). I would say that my youngest brother Steven's ornaments are much the same.

My brother David's collection, however, took a quite different turn.

Dave, you see, was a true 1980's kid who watched a taped-off-the-TV version of "Return of the Jedi" on our VCR on repeat pretty much every day after school for a good year or two. (20 minutes of the flick "Time Bandits" would play after ROTJ was over, but the tape cut off then, so he'd just rewind and start again.) He was super into Star Wars, and after that, Star Trek, and my mother--and Hallmark--were thrilled about this.

Hallmark, as you may or may not know, has been creating Star Wars and Star Trek ornaments for forever now, and if that ornament beeped, blurted, lit up, swooshed, burped, or declared that it was someone's father, my mom added it to Dave's pile of yearly ornaments. And as time went by, that pile became ridiculously huge and totally ready to take over any galaxy nearby or far, far away.

Dave eventually moved out of our parents' home, and with him, took his pile. It didn't make an appearance again until several years later, when David met another woman who is nuts about Christmas--and who is also clearly nuts about him. You know how I know? Every year since, David has a special tree in their home dedicated soley to his personal collection of Star ornaments that, when the lights are plugged in, ferociously beeps, blurts, dazzles, swooshes, burps, and declares that it's your dad--all at one time.

It is truly an awesome sight. And here are the pics he just sent me of this year's tree. Blame it on the Force. And Hallmark. And also on the ladies who love him.

Typographic-ky Movie & TV Posters by Jerod Gibson

Y-E-S. I was instantly drawn to these film and TV posters from artist Jerod Gibson when I recently spied them over at Society6. And that is not just because they look great--my feelings, admittedly, are largely driven by the fact that he clearly did not create art for Episodes 1 - 3 of Star Wars in his series (which he's calling "37 Posters.")

And that, my friends, is the mark of a true artist.

He's got loads more. How many of the movies/TV shows can you name below?

(Pssst: If you need a hint, check here.)

P.S. Take a peek at an interview I did over at Felt & Wire this week about my feelings on the future of paper and why Brooklyn is more bad-ass than Manhattan. Here's part one and part two.

I know. I'm completely famous.

Happy long weekend, y'all!

Image source: society6.com