All In The Name

 Barb supplied this lovely picture.

One of the cool things about cancer is positivity. I like cheerful things, and I am most irritatingly upbeat.

So I was watching Return Of The Jedi the other day, and it occurred to me what a bummer the Death Star's name is. I mean, really? Who could be happy working there?

I'll bet those dudes in their goofy caps (Trick or treat!) and lame helmets that look like they're covering up a bad case of the mumps have lines that snake through several corridors to the pshrink's office. Not to mention the Darth Vader theme being on Muzak's auto-repeat.

So, Evil Empire, I have some alternate names for the Death Star...

The Pretty Pony Happy Star

The Hello Kitty Magic Star

The Strawberry Shortcake Birthday Star

The Pikachu Poké Star

And, since the Empire employs chicks, the Cyndi Lauper Party Star, decked out like a mirror ball, with an Imperial Mall at its heart, because girls just wanna have fun.

I mean, guys, you can still blow stuff up with a cool name and mirrors (or maybe paint it pink!).

But maybe you'll be smiling so much you won't want to.

Which is kinda the whole point.

I get so tired of posturing,

nicknames to call fear and dread,

and attitude that's fostering

a woodenness of heart and head,

but maybe it's a simple thing

to change the angry mind.

Just step back and choose to bring

a name both bright and kind

to evoke a cheerful smile 

and happy skipping steps

instead of drear and weltschmerz style

and daily sodden schlepps

to fetch water from poisoned stream...

why do this when your dance can gleam?

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is ANYMORE.

I used to think that acting tough

showed the world I knew the score,

 but now I've really had enough 

and I don't do that anymore,

'cause life is really way too short

to try to act your place and age,

and from now on I will not court

dignity, and turn the page

to where the Pooh just may live,

and maybe little Pikachu;

these are the brightly things that give 

meaning to my point of view

that I see causes sharp pained winces

when I let out my Disney Princess.

And now for some appropriate music...

Sylvia will Jump for ice cream.