Ah, kriff...

Yes, it's that time of year again. Valentine's Day. What a pain in my cybernetic ass. What did I do to deserve this? It's almost as bad as that wretched time of the year known as Father's Day, where I've learned cards like THIS will be the norm from my children from now until my funeral pyre at Endor.



But Valentine's Day...holidays based on love aren't quite compatible with those who've elected to pursue a Sith lifestyle. I mean "Peace is a lie, there is only passion" fulfills the passion requirement, but love? One *can* love, but, THIS? This holiday, one is expected to cut out little hearts and watch romantic holos and even speak in that hideous lovey language. I won't even go into that.



Problem is, I have someone who's counting on me, and I have no idea what in blazes to do. Imagine...Darth Vader gets the girl, and then fails to deliver the one day of the year where it actually counts. I do a fantastic job all 364 other days...why does it have to be this blasted other day that stands out from the rest?

Relax, Vader. In with the good mechanized breath, out with the bad.

Valentine's Day is just another day...

Yeah. I've said that till I'm blue in the face. Actually, more like pasty-white, but we won't go into that. And don't needle me with, "How grotesque, Lord Vader?" I look just fine!!

What to get Brisard...what to get Brisard...

All I can think of that she might need is a hydrospanner. So I bought one.



So I got this hydrospanner and a cake fashioned to be an exact replica of our wedding cake. But that's all I have. A glorified wrench and a cake.

Here's hoping the Force is with me...