My least favorite but most oft-quoted scene in Episode II: Attack Of The Clones (the worst Star Wars movie made to date) is the scene when Anakin tells Padme how he feels. His dialog goes something like this: “I hate sand. Sand is rough and it gets in your clothes and your hair and it’s awful. I hate sand. You’re nothing like sand. You’re soft and pretty and not sand.” It is even more hilarious as delivered by poor Hayden Christensen than my paraphrasing could possibly do justice to.
One of my more unremarkable boyfriends (one in a series of unremarkable boyfriends, which should in no way lessen the remarkableness of the one I settled down with) was named Eric. (I thought about changing his name to protect… well, somebody. But I can’t change any other details or my point is lost, so it isn’t worth bothering.) Eric loved Star Wars, which I think is why I was into him in the first place. My interest in Eric wore off pretty quickly — after the re-release of Return Of The Jedi there was really nothing for us to do but make out while his creepy cat watched. He also played in a band, and I went to one of their shows. Just one, though I am pretty sure Eric and I “dated” (or whatever you want to call it) for two or three months.
His band was called Sand.
This was, of course, years before Attack of the Clones. But somehow, I feel like he knew.