After watching Star Wars Episode One, I decided that I wanted to work at ILM (Industrial Light and Magic) and make a shitload of money (which is a bit more than a buttload). To do this, I needed to WOW George Lucas with some of my ingenious creativity. The Muse HIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS.

Working at a feverish pace while at my little crappy convenience store job, I grabbed the back of a blank credit card slip and doodled up the next incarnation of Queen Amidaladooda or whatever the hell her name was.

What says COOL and CUTTING EDGE more than a punk, drunk, crazy-ass, drooling, babbling, and belching Queen Biytach. Something like Jerry Springer mixed with Galactic Warfare. If they loved that über retarded Jar Jar Boinks, then they will EAT THIS UP!!!

Yeah... well... I'm still waiting to hear back. You know what. Screw 'em. Maybe I'll try WETA. I am making something called ReallyFrickin'SmallAtures. Set models that are so small that they are easily misplaced. Maybe. Just maybe.