Is Star Wars' "Chewbacca" a play on "chewing tobacco," or have I just not been getting enough sleep lately?

A quick Internet search reveals the esoteric answer for all eternity. From which:

The male energy must stop fearing being swallowed up or lost in the vast reaches of the female energy and "boldly go where no man has gone before."

Where, oh where, is Sigmund Freud when you need him? I guess Macy Gray will have to do.

From Shatner Poetry:

bear hard to My port,
You are yet the Captain of my Heart.

launch your torpedo,
Stun Me! report to my bridge.

bravely come,
no Man has come here before.

Oh Captain of my Heart.
Energize...

Short red skirt
liberates my thighs
black leather space go-go boots
sex
sex
sex
!
Hair upswept, extra hold
lashes, thick, luscious
"Was she born with it?"
"Are you kidding?"
Technicolor make-up
Sashay, sashay, sashay across the bridge
Tricorder strapped on securely
Wig towering
Oh My Captain,
This week am I your personal female yeoman?
"Sign this report here Captain."
"Your coffee, Sir?"
Or, am I a mysterious love from your checkered past?
"How long has it been, Jim?"
Soft Vaseline lens close up,
My false eyelashes flutter, my heart races,
The music SWELLS
Eye contact made
A Look
A Promise
A Tryst
Liberate my thighs
Explore my uncharted space
Boldly
Board me James Tiberius
Come HARD about
My shields are down, just for you
Am I your love interest of the week?
Or, do we have a future together?
Fill me up with your little babies,
We'll go wig shopping together,
No, once with you is enough,
I'm must be content with what I can get,
I must concede the field to the love of your life, the Enterprise,
But I'll always remember you,
How could any woman forget?
Once you have James T. Kirk,
You never go back.

Oh Captain of my heart—
Wear your toupee when you breach
my warm Nebula

It was twenty years ago today
William Shatner bought his first TOUPEE!
It's been going in and out of style
But it's guaranteed to raise a smile!
So let me try to sell to you
The one he's worn for all these years—
WILLIAM SHATNER'S "CAPTAIN KIRK" TOUPEE!

"I've already got a woman to worry about, her name's the Enterprise"—James T. Kirk.

"I bent my Wookiee"—Ralph Wiggum, The Simpsons.

Electric pencil sharpener.

Best $10 I ever spent.

See, I do a lot of underlining (and dog-earing) in my burgeoning library of books, in research for my own writings. (Evil, I know.) And sharpening those little buggers (pencils) manually with a dull sharpener was rapidly causing me to lose my mental equilibrium.

Prior to getting totally screwed over by Advantex "Loyalty" Marketing back in June, I hadn't purchased more than a couple of dozen non-textbooks in my entire life. Nearly all of The Science of the Soul was written from library books back in Winnipeg, as I've rarely been in a position to drop $20+ on a book and feel that it was money well spent.

Discovering (used) abebooks, though, has changed all that. Plus, a lot of the books I'm needing aren't even in the Toronto Public Library system. And Interlibrary Loans, at $10 a shot, are no longer free (found this out the hard way, four times over).

Hence, the four sets of bookshelves, to accommodate the ~500 books I've accumulated (but mostly not read, yet) since August.

So I'm in at the LCBO, picking up a litre of rum to go with my two cartons of delicious So Nice egg nog to get me through the holidays ... and there's this guy pushing a mini-cart with several bottles of wine through the store, whistling, too loudly, the melody from "If I Only Had a Brain," from The Wizard of Oz.

"I do believe in scarecrows, I do, I do, I do!"

"God bless us, everyone!"

"If I only had a champagne...."

"Singer Pharrell Williams, who was nominated for six Grammys, gestures after the 46th annual Grammy Awards nominations Thursday, Dec. 4, 2003, in Beverly Hills, Calif." Funny, he doesn't look Vulcan. Spock did always play that "harp" thing nicely, though. How long 'til Pon farr? (Or was that "Pon Pharrell"?)

"Canadian singer Shania Twain accepts the Country Artist of the Year award at the 2003 Billboard Music Awards at the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada, December 10, 2003." I can't remember which Star Trek episode this is from, but I know I've seen this (->) picture before. I know! Was it the "Billboard Wives" episode, where all of the female vocalists on Beta Antares (Auto-Tune) IV were replaced with plastic, robotic clones, who all sounded the same (as each other)? Hmm?

"Singer Celine Dion poses for photographers at the 2003 Billboard Music Awards at the MGM Grand Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas December 10, 2003." "Celine of Troy." "The face that launched a thousand ships," e.g., the Titanic. "Toga! Toga!" "Bleach! Bleach!"

"Two outs, guys. Two outs—play's at first." Two words, Avril: manicure.

Was out shopping at the 24/7 Dominion in the mall below my building today, well after midnight, and had another illusion shattered: Turns out that the mall security guards go through the Salvation Army "clothes donation" bin, and help themselves to the best of the pickings there, before the Army itself gets its hands on the donations. (If the old thrift store back in Steinbach, Manitoba is any indication, the people working at the Salvation Army would do the same thing on their end.)

Geez, if you can't trust security guards, who can you trust?

Douglas Adams:

The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has a few things to say on the subject of towels.

M[ost] importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc.... What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

Bhagwan Sri Rajneesh:

One day Bhagwan suddenly announced in a morning lecture that he was going to stop carrying a clean towel with him wherever he went. This may seem a small thing, but it had become one of his trademarks—he had had a small embroidered towel over his arm the first time I had met him in his Woodlands flat....

At his lecture the next morning Bhagwan came without his towel, and his discomfort was very apparent. The day after that the customary towel reappeared, but nobody said a word. The day after that he arrived twenty minutes late, but minus the towel. It was all very strange.

—Hugh Milne, Bhagwan: The God That Failed

From the "Books for Young Philosophers" series:

Winnie Ille Pu Semper Ludet
Cattus Petasatus
Quomodo Invidiosulus Nomine Grinchus Christi Natalem Abrogaverit
Harrius Potter et Philosophi Lapis