The Vintage Reader

The Book Collection That Devoured My Life - WSJ.com

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 11:00:00 +0000

An excellent piece by Luc Sante, sent by a friend this morning: The Book Collection That Devoured My Life - WSJ.com.

"I need to fill out my knowledge of Prague, 1949, or the Elizabethan prose writers, or the cross-migration between New York newspapers and Hollywood in the '20s and '30s. I buy every book I see about Gypsies, and most firsthand accounts of vaudeville, and almost everything by lesser-known New Yorker writers of the old regime. I'm always on the lookout for memoirs -- frequently by the less-than-famous -- that supply concrete details of daily life, rather than simply lists of names or dates of parties or, heaven forfend, litanies of traumas."

I love this, and find it reassuring that there are other people who have the same kind of collecting quirks I do. I'm always picking up things like homemaking books from the 50s and 60s (especially textbooks for home ec classes); city-living memoirs from the 40s and 50s (mainly New York and Chicago); romance and science fiction pulps—not necessarily the ones in great shape, either; pamphlets of all kinds; pretty much anything published by Popular Mechanics in the 50s and 60s; malt-shop novels from the 50s; anything at all from 1942 onward with helpful hints for rationing; 1960s backlash-against-feminism marriage manuals like The Total Woman (which on its own is so awful I've never been able to get through it); multiple copies of Important Books That I Should Have Read, like The Feminine Mystique; different editions of childhood favorites, like Cheaper by the Dozen and Rose in Bloom; and manuals for machines I don't own, because seriously, you never know when you're going to run across an old Osterizer or a Rambler American with Flash-o-Matic pushbutton transmission, and it would be a shame if you bought it and couldn't find a manual.

So what kinds of books do you collect? Discuss in the comments!

I Can Fly

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 20:36:00 +0000

Recently my mother-in-law—mother of four, grandmother of seven, step-grandmother of four, and retired school librarian—decided to offload some of the stacks of children's books she's accumulated through the years, and Vintage Toddler was the lucky recipient. He and I both fell in love with one adorable Little Golden Book called I Can Fly, illustrated by Mary Blair (cover, as well as some other wonderful Mary Blair art, here). Mary Blair was a Disney animation artist, and helped define the style most of us think of as classic Disney; she worked on Cinderella, Peter Pan, and Alice in Wonderland, among others, and she designed the Disneyland "small world" ride, which I was completely obsessed with after visiting Disneyland at the age of five. But it's mostly her illustration style that I find completely appealing; every time we read I Can Fly I notice something in the illustrations that I haven't noticed before. The colors and shapes she used are the same ones I like in other midcentury design, but what makes her work so appealing to me is her subject matter—children and animals. I'm usually not big on artwork involving children, but I just love the way Mary Blair made them look.

So I was pleased to find this: ASIFA-Hollywood Animation Archive: Golden Book: Mary Blair's Baby's House. I particularly love it that without text, there's no telling whether "Baby" is a girl or a boy. I have no idea what the text says, and I'm not sure I care.

EDIT: Ever since I linked to the Baby's House post on the ASIFA web site, something has been bothering me, and I couldn't figure out what it was. There are links at the bottom of that post to another Mary Blair book: The New Golden Songbook. It looked a little familiar to me, but I didn't recognize the cover at all, so it took me a while to remember that this book was in our music cabinet when I was growing up. By the time I came along—15 years after my oldest sister, who would have been two when this book came out—the cover had been lost to the ages from being handled by lots of grubby little hands, but the rest of the book was reasonably intact. I might actually have to go ransack my mother's house today to see if I can find it.

Oh, wow.

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Thu, 08 May 2008 01:26:00 +0000

Regular readers know that I have a great fondness for Secret Fun Spot, home of one of my very favorite original cartoons ever, in the whole world. And now my taste is validated, as J.J. ABRAMS MENTIONS "SECRET FUN SPOT" IN ROLLING STONE!

Too cool, Kirk. Just too cool.

Time to scoot

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Fri, 02 May 2008 15:25:00 +0000

Especially for Mr. Vintage Reader, here's the story of a guy who's cruising Route 66--on a Vespa! Scoot 66 - 66 days, 10,000 miles across the u.s. on a vespa

An Artful Restoration - The New York Times

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 22:07:00 +0000

This is just incredible: a couple who have restored a 1913 mansion, mostly by themselves, without going into debt. And it is AMAZING. Look at the slide show (what did they use to clean that bathtub?? And where can I get some?), read the inspiring story: An Artful Restoration

Excuse me, I think that's my life you're having

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 18:19:00 +0000

Today, on my way home from lunch with the Vintage Toddler in the back seat, I decided to drive past a house we're considering. It's a wonderful little brick house, built in those lovely days right after World War II when the boys came home and married their faithful sweethearts and set about raising their perfect little Baby Boomer families. Since it was in a fairly affluent area, where the wives had cars, it's even got a two-car garage!

It's a great day to drive around Tulsa; the sun is shining, the azaleas and dogwoods are blooming, the redbuds are just starting to fade out, there's a bit of a breeze. The tree-lined streets of Midtown, with their cozy brick cottages and austere traditional houses, are calm and lovely. "Talk of the Nation" was on. It was nice. So I just drove around for a while.

And then I saw it: the perfect midcentury split-level, made of the long, narrow stone that characterizes Midtown Tulsa. It was on a corner lot. It had tall trees all around it. But here's the kicker: in the carport, there was a Nash Metropolitan convertible. Yellow and white, my favorite combination. Wide whitewalls (of course), with buttery yellow hubcaps and the big red "M" that means they're original.

I feel like writing a letter and addressing it to "occupant":

Hello, I think you've got my life. If you'd like to sell it to me, please let me know. Thank you.

Best. Meme. Ever.

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 03:25:00 +0000

And y'all know I'm not big on memes.

Found this at No Smoking in the Skull Cave, which is always full of vintage awesomeness. Here's the way it works:

Go to photobucket.com

Type in your answer for each question into the PhotoBucket search bar.

Choose your favorite photo to represent your answer.

Copy the html and paste it here.

Answer only in picture form.

What is your first name?

When is your birthday?

What kind of car do you want?

Where did/do you go to school?

What is your favorite season?

What is your favorite type of shoe?

What is your status?

What is your favorite movie?

What is your favorite song?

Who is your favorite Disney character?

What is your favorite clothing line?

What is your favorite vacation destination?

What is your favorite dessert?

What is your favorite letter?

What are you most afraid of?

What is your favorite TV show?

What annoys you the most?

What is your job?

What's your favorite animal?

Okay, don't ever enter CAT into Photobucket and expect to get something you want on your blog. Really.

How old are you?

And that's that. If you've read this far, do your own.

The Art of Manliness

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Sun, 10 Feb 2008 11:57:00 +0000

As you might know, The Vintage Reader is not a man. And yet, she can appreciate a blog about The Art of Manliness, particularly when it covers everything from surviving a grizzly attack to storing ties... in the space of a week! It even offers a free ebook about being a gentlemen in these modern, ungentle times. Very nice.

Found via Lifehacker.

Stamp love

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 13:14:00 +0000

I love postage stamps, so every year I look forward to the new stamp announcement. This year I particularly like the Charles and Ray Eames stamps, of course, since I'm feeling thoroughly Mid-Century Modern at the moment. But I also like the nutcracker stamps for Christmas, the Vintage Black Cinema stamps (gorgeous vintage poster art), and the lovely Bierstadt American Treasures stamp.

Kudos to the USPS for continuing to keep correspondence interesting.

The Vintage Reader reads a book!

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 02:21:00 +0000

Yeah, I know it's been a long, long time since I actually posted about a book I've read. But I've somehow found more time to read recently; I think it's because my BRAND NEW laptop is BROKEN, and in order to use it I have to hook it up to a monitor on my dining room table and sit in an uncomfortable chair with a cheap cushion that makes it nearly bearable for MINUTES at a time. But mainly, my recent spate of reading has come about because The Vintage Toddler has the flu, and refuses to leave my lap, and rather than actually paying attention to two episodes of Dragon Tales every day I've been reading while he sits on my lap and watches TV and whimpers in a feverish manner.

In that time, I've read The Falls, by Joyce Carol Oates; liked the story, loved the descriptions of Niagara Falls and all the Love Canal history. I'm not qualified to review JCO, so I won't, but I have a feeling that you either like her or you don't. I do, but a little goes a long way; I identify to an uncomfortable degree with some of her least likable characters, and such was the case here.

I've also read an almost-vintage book, The Girl on the Beach, by Velda Johnston. It's one of those throwaway contemporary gothic romances from the 80s, when that particular subgenre was breathing its last breath. It felt dated, and what was worse, it felt like it was probably dated when it was published, too.

But the book I'm really excited about having read is Confessions of a Teen Sleuth, by Chelsea Cain. It's a parody; it says so right there on the cover. I'm not sure whether I'd call it a parody or a pastiche, since it features Nancy Drew, Ned Nickerson, Frank and Joe Hardy, and even Cherry Ames, Kim Aldrich, and Donna Parker.

At this point I have to say that I usually don't like pastiches. Generally I find them overly clever and annoying, especially if the source is one of my passions (a good example is Robert B. Parker's Poodle Springs, a Raymond Chandler knockoff; I like Parker a lot, but only Chandler is Chandler). And I have to say that I am practically reverent about Nancy Drew, even the really awful early books. But Chelsea Cain treats Nancy well. She pokes fun at her, but not in a meant-to-be-ironic way.

The book starts out as a fond treatment of Nancy and her chums, but gets more and more ridiculous (and funny) as it goes on. Unlike the series, Nancy and the others age and get on with their lives. Oddly enough, I even felt some empathy with Nancy as she enters her forties and longs for a good missing locket or secret passage or some other mystery to solve.

Mainly, though, the book is just good fun. I don't even remember the last time a book made me laugh out loud so often; Cain hits exactly the right tone for Nancy without overdoing it. Here's a good example:

"I agree," I agreed.

Which, of course, is mainly funny because Nancy never just said something when she could reply, cry, exclaim, or retort it. This kind of thing could have made for some heavy-handed parody, but somehow Confessions of a Teen Sleuth, while broad, isn't slapstick. I highly recommend it for any fan of teen sleuths, since nearly all of them (even Encyclopedia Brown) get a mention.

And there you go. I read something! And wrote about it! What are the odds?

13 Geeks

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 16:59:00 +0000

One of my favorite recently discovered bloggers, Lisa Paitz Spindler, lists My Thirteen Favorite TV Nerds (The Guys) for her Thursday Thirteen. I love many of her choices (Xander!), but as I read her list I kept thinking "Ooh! But what about..." so I decided to make my own list.

Since I'm not participating in Thursday Thirteen (these days I have a hard enough time coming up with a post every couple of weeks, let alone 13 things every Thursday... Gak!), I'm going to pretend it's a meme and tag Michelle to list her 13 favorite TV guy geeks too.

And so, in no particular order...

My 13 Favorite TV Guy Geeks

Jake Foley (Christopher Gorham), Jake 2.0.

First-season Henry (also Christopher Gorham), Ugly Betty. Henry lost points with me this season for behaving stupidly and inconsistently. I completely lost interest in the show and quit watching, so I don't know if his behavior has improved or not.

The 9th Doctor (Christopher Eccleston), Doctor Who.

Okay, okay. The 10th Doctor (David Tennant), Doctor Who. I didn't like him much in his first season, but I like him a lot better now.

Leonard (Johnny Galecki), Big Bang Theory. Here I differ from Lisa, who listed Sheldon; while I think Sheldon is hilarious, I would never want him in my living room, so he didn't make the list. (I also liked Johnny Galecki as David, Darlene's boyfriend/husband in Roseanne, but I didn't watch the show enough to know whether David belongs on the list or not)

Dwayne Wayne (Kadeem Hardison), A Different World. At first Dwayne Wayne got on my nerves, but as the seasons went on he grew on me, as geek guys often will. He had the same effect on Whitley.

Rom (Max Grodenchik), Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. I loved Rom. He was an engineer working as a waiter who quietly went about doing his job and loving his son, his brother, and a beautiful woman who eventually married him. For me, Trek characters usually don't count as geeks; when everybody on the show is a geek, nobody stands out. But DS9, not being set on a starship where everyone went to the Academy to learn some specific aspect of geekery, was different.

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (Alexis Denisof), Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Wesley all desperate and tough-guy: oh my. EDIT: I think the desperate tough-guy Wesley was more Angel than Buffy, actually.

Doogie Howser, M.D. (Neil Patrick Harris), from the show of the same name. I liked Doogie a lot, and I love it all the more that NPH grew up to play Barney in How I Met Your Mother, and also, both Jim Burden in My Antonia and some freaky heterosexual version of himself in Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle. He's crazy! You never know what he'll do next!

Ed Stevens (Thomas Cavanagh), Ed.

Dr. Sam Beckett (Scott Bakula), Quantum Leap.

Richie Velch (Jesse Tyler Ferguson), The Class. Another short-lived series that I really liked. Richie's horrible wife was played wonderfully by Sara Gilbert, who has played Johnny Galecki's love interest in TWO shows now, which must put her in some special category of Most Likely to Play the Significant Other of a Geek.

Bill Haverchuck (Martin Starr), Freaks and Geeks. Has there ever been a geekier scene on TV than the one where Bill sits and watches stand-up comics on TV while eating macaroni and cheese in the most disgusting way possible? I KNEW that guy in high school. My drafting class was full of them. Not to mention the band. The first time I saw that scene I nearly cried.

And now I'm going to go the the flea market if it's open, because I haven't done that since I moved. Have a great Saturday, y'all.

Cover art wonderland

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:07:00 +0000

Via a comment on Smart Bitches by Teddy Pig: Vintage Paperbacks, an unassuming site full of great scans of pulp cover art. They're organized by genre, artist, author, and publisher. Be sure to check out each category to make sure you see all of the best ones.

...in which The Vintage Reader has an existential dilemma

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 01:58:00 +0000

I am having the strangest week. Sometime last Saturday I realized that ALL the houses I'm looking at were built since I graduated from college. Which means, essentially, that they are less than 20 years old. I'm not sure I've EVER lived in a house that new, at least, not since I was a small child; my family always lived in Brand New Houses when my father lived with us, because he apparently didn't like to live in any property that anyone else had ever lived in before, but anyone who's read more than two or three posts here knows that I am pretty much the opposite.

I like knowing that other people have lived in my house. I like thinking about who they were, what they did, what their lives were like. I used to like speculating that the people who built my last house, a kit home from the 20s, were people who liked to save money, but still splurged on custom woodwork and windows and lovely stone. That they likely had a nice Irish or Polish girl who took the cable car in every day to help them out with the wee ones and probably the housework as well. That they probably kept a Model T in the strangely narrow, but tall, garage. Perhaps they strolled down the sidewalk, laughed at the house that Frank Lloyd Wright built (which would have been shut up and empty when their house was new, its owners having abandoned it and moved to their country home--also built by FLW), went to the park and paddled in small rickety boats on the lake. I love that stuff.

But the houses I'm looking at now have granite countertops in the kitchen, "media rooms" (or at least game rooms), two-car garages with automatic doors, cultured stone facades, faux-Tudor half-timbers, laminate floors. They have breakfast bars and family rooms and double-paned windows and whirlpool tubs and his-and-hers vanities and dressing rooms. Dressing rooms! Plural! I kid you not! Features that used to be reserved for movie stars and new money are now standard middle-class fare.

And I love them. Some of them are disastrous McMansions, it's true. You can't say what style they are because they aren't any one style; they're a little bit Tudor, a little bit French Country, a tiny bit Georgian Revival, maybe, and oh-so-contemporary too. But those whirlpool tubs and dual vanities, the French doors that go out to an "outdoor kitchen," all the things I've always said I don't need, those symbols of everything that's wrong with the overconsuming 21st-century American culture that calls luxuries "necessities"--I want them. I want a pot-filler (for those of you who don't watch HGTV, a pot-filler is a separate faucet on a hose that is installed over the cooktop so that you can fill pots where they sit instead of having to actually carry them from the sink to the stove). I want a seamless shower. I want professional landscaping and a sprinkler system.

I don't know what's happened to me. I quit recycling when it became evident that the city was never going to actually empty the bin I faithfully put out at the curb every other week (overflowing, of course, since I was accustomed to weekly curbside recycling). I ended my subscription to the newspaper because I couldn't recycle it, and despite my best intentions, I don't read it online, so I have no idea what's going on in my hometown; I kept up with the news more regularly when I didn't live here! Next thing you know, I'll quit listening to NPR and start listening to contemporary country (as opposed to Classic Country, which y'all know I love) and reading Jan Karon and taking advice from Dr. Phil.

Who the hell has taken over my personality? And what did she do with the person who wanted to buy a funky Midtown midcentury modern and decorate it from the best flea market in the country, which I haven't even BEEN to since I moved back here in SEPTEMBER?

Jabba Claus is coming to town!

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 15:15:00 +0000

Holiday fun from Star Wars Kids: Star Wars Holiday Collage Cards. I was planning to do my usual (well, I did it once in 2004, and have intended to do it again every year since then) hand-carved rubber stamp Christmas card, but this gives me ideas.

Join the jet set

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 00:36:00 +0000

I don't know how it is that I haven't come across this before, but today I was looking for examples of Danish Modern furniture* and found Jet Set Modern, an online magazine that covers Mid-Century Modern like it was going out of style.

* ...to furnish a wonderful Mid-Century Modern house we're looking at...

Apropos of nothing

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 23:25:00 +0000

I have found the cutest thing ever: a toddler and a kitten. Together. In a room full of helium balloons. With really long ribbons. It's total chaos, but in a fun way. And it's been going on for FOUR DAYS. But tonight the kitten goes home, and hopefully some sort of order will emerge.

Monday Mutters: 9 pet peeves about personal finance and parenting blogs

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 11:42:00 +0000

Yet another discussion of Paying Off Your Debt vs. Putting Money in Savings.

Yet another discussion of The Mommy Wars, cloth diapers, or plastic bottles.

Periods. After. Every. Word. To. Make. A. Point.

Stock photos that are only loosely related to the topic of the post.

Ad blocks in the middle of the post.

Howtos for simple things that everyone already knows how to do.

"Roundups" of links to the same five posts everyone else is linking to this week.

Having a specific topic for every. single. day. of. the. week, usually with an alliterative label.

Lists of simple bullet points cobbled together from the lists of simple bullet points posted by every other blogger on the topic.

Beyond "The Thanksgiving Song"

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 20:19:00 +0000

This Thanksgiving, I'm thankful for NPR's new music site, which currently includes Pass the Drumsticks: Thanksgiving Jazz, featuring a great version of "Flying Home" with Charlie Christian and Benny Goodman. Very nice!

Books I DON'T want from PaperbackSwap

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 20:02:00 +0000

I get most of my books these days from PaperbackSwap. As a matter of fact, I don't even remember the last book I bought new, but I'm sure I was disappointed in paying so much for it.

But there are some books I really don't want to get through PBS. The first one I came across today was a potty-training book for boys. Our pediatrician back in Buffalo recommended MONTHS ago that Vintage Toddler start "reading" about potty training, but since I find the subject rather distasteful, I sort of put it off. However, now I'm finding the idea of potty training less distasteful than changing diapers, so I'm looking into it. BUT. When the time comes for me to buy a book on the subject for Vintage Toddler to look through, I will go buy a brand-new one that has not been handled by a potty-training toddler, thank you very much.

The other one, which was posted just shortly before that one, was called Make Your Own Sex Toys: 50 Quick and Easy Do-it-yourself Projects. While the title is catchy, do you really want a used copy? I mean, it's possible that it was kept on a shelf in somebody's garage workshop, next to the hammers and saws and wood glue, but it's also possible that it wasn't. Hmm.

Deja Vu

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 02:22:00 +0000

Have you ever started reading a book and realized that you've read it before?

Recently I became a little bit obsessed with finding a book for Vintage Toddler. I knew it was by Richard Scarry, and I knew there was a picture of a frog playing an oboe in it. I thought the line that accompanied that was "...and Froggy played his oboe."

So I Googled and Yahooed and so on, and finally decided to use Amazon's "Search Inside This Book" feature to see if I could find it. I tried the exact phrase, to no avail. Then I tried "froggy" and "oboe" together. Still nothing. "Froggy" and "Scarry." Nothing. Finally I tried "oboe" and "Scarry" and found the page with the frog playing his oboe. The line was "Froggie played his oboe." It was in a story about a chipmunk who has a birthday, and the story was in The Best Storybook Ever, which is a compilation of Richard Scarry books and excerpts. I ordered it and sat back to wait, assuming that the story about the chipmunk's birthday would be the only familiar one.

Not so. Every single story in this book is familiar to me. I remember the artwork, I remember the phrasing. The copyright is 1969, which is exactly when I remember reading the book: it was before we moved to Arizona, and I was 3. I don't remember anyone reading the book TO me, although I suppose someone must have, because hey: 3. But I remember every picture and every story, from Mr. Mouse going to visit Mistress Mouse to the polite elephant to the crow and the cheese to the country mouse and the city mouse. I remember them vividly. I loved this book when I was 3, and I'm glad I found it for Vintage Toddler. And if it weren't for Froggie and his oboe and "Search Inside This Book" I probably would never have found it again.

Zashikibuta!

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 19:38:00 +0000

Okay, this is one of the strangest things I've seen lately: a blog "written" by two obsolete Hello Kitty characters, Zashikibuta and Tabby.

I did a search on "zashikibuta" just to see what I could find, because I loved Zashikibuta when I discovered him in the late 80s at the Sanrio store, but haven't seen him since. Little did I know that he was alive and well and living in the French countryside, and also blogging!

You had me at the Leif Garrett Fan Club

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 01:59:00 +0000

Every once in a while I find a blog that reminds me that there was a time, pre-motherhood, when I used to actually READ VINTAGE BOOKS and POST ABOUT THEM. I love it when this happens, FWIW, even though it makes me feel guilty as hell for letting my blog slip into Nostalgialand.

I don't know how I've missed finding Jart in My Head before, but now that I have, I feel the undeniable urge to go do some vintage reading and dig out the scanner. Right after I spend the rest of the evening reading her archives, post by post.

Musical moment of the week

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 02:41:00 +0000

Kristin Chenoweth and Ellen Greene singing "Birdhouse in Your Soul" on Pushing Daisies. Wow.

Well hello there!

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 02:15:00 +0000

Somehow over the last 12 hours I have become obsessed with this. I actually drove all the hell and back to the Super Target that's practically in the next county just to see if they had it in stock (they didn't).

I don't know what this obsession stems from. It's not fast or powerful, or of particularly high quality. But for some reason, it makes me happy. There's also this one, which is cuter, but is even LESS powerful and doesn't make buttonholes, which is a deal killer. But it makes me happy too. I can see myself using one of these at the dining room table, whipping up a furry costume for the Vintage Toddler, making aprons for Tie One On, maybe doing some crazy rick-rack placemats.

The thing is, this is not the first time I've seen this. I've known about it for a while. So I'm not sure why it is that just this morning at around 9 a.m. I suddenly developed this anguished yearning for a Hello Kitty sewing machine. But there it is.

I have a bad feeling about this...

noreply@blogger.com (molly b.) — Wed, 17 Oct 2007 17:38:00 +0000

Lucas planning 'Star Wars' TV series - CNN.com

Hmm. I'm picturing Wings set in the Mos Eisley cantina. But I could be wrong.

S'pose he'll digitally alter Season One before it comes out on DVD?