Club Jade

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Packed in like sardines is a collection of droids in every color from Don Solo.

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This Mara Jade minifig is a custom creation of Andrew Becraft, aka Dunechaser, one of the contributors over at The Brothers Brick. (He has a Kyle Katarn, too.)

For the Americans, have a safe and happy Fourth, and remember, if you must blow stuff up, at least be safe about it: We don’t want to give any stray Jedi a headache. For our international friends, a stormtrooper with a bubble wand, which is legal, festive, and appropriate for all outdoor occasions. (Photo by rmkooi at Flickr.)

In the spirit of the season, Scalzi has rated Sci Fi movies by their explosions. Both Star Wars and Return of the Jedi make the cut.

To start us off, here are some adorable Star Wars cupcakes created by Dottylicious and photgraphed by Red Wolf.

Next, a Lego Star Wars cake by Meg, who has several Star Wars cakes to her name.

A Han in Carbonite groom’s cake photographed by Mandy Lackey.

And last but by no means least, Fionnuala & Scott Thompson’s multi-level Star Wars wedding cake. (Be sure to click through for detail shots!)

Find even more in the Star Wars Cakes group, or our own cake-related tags.

‘Droid’ by Howie Le, one of two shots (so far) featuring poor TK4082. The caption:

TK4082 had a really hard time figuring out the droid they called Printer. It did not respond to commands and the only beep when it needed something.

Lord Vader would have not tolerated such insubordination.

Because Friday. (Stick through to the end.)

So because I really am in an uncommonly cranky mood this week. (Yes, more than usual!) I dug back into our archives for some classic video clips. These aren’t the award-winning Red 5 and Chad Vader stuff that everyone remembers, just some funny bits that maybe ran rampant on the internets a few years back and forgotten. A couple more beneath the cut. (more…)

Rogues and the dreaded ‘Mari Soo’ stir up trouble in The Secret Diary Of Luke Skywalker.

1809 hours: Mon Mothma told me to “stop moping about Bespin” and to get on with my life. After all, she added, much as I’d lost my hand and all, she was sick of “removing Wes Janson from my quarters at ungodly hours of the night, demanding a ‘goodnight kiss’,” and “it’s your responsibility as commander to keep your squad in check regardless of how you’re feeling” and “civic duty” and “orange flightsuits” and blah blah blah. Huh. See if I blow up a Death Star for her again.

…It is Friday, right?

From Bonnie: A look inside the Lucas Online offices (Squirrel!) and a TGIF party.