May 4 2009 Stylin' And Profilin': An R2-D2 Backpack

Well folks, today is Star Wars Day. What in the hell is Star Wars Day?

May 4 is called Star Wars Day because of a pun or play on words based on the similarity between "May the 4th be with you" and "May the force be with you", a phrase often spoken in the Star Wars movies.

Nice, Star Wars Day and then Cinco de Mayo, l feel a bender coming on. Also, possibly swine flu. But before I start pounding the brewhahas, here's a $65 R2-D2 bookbag. I want one, but they're currently sold out. So yeah, that's kind of putting a damper on my Star Wars Day festivities. But not for long because I just took like four doses of glitterstim spice! You feel that? I'm probing your mind. Aaaaaaaand now I'm wishing I hadn't.

Hit the jump for a couple more shots and a link to the product page.

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Nov 21 2008 Record Base Jump Off The Burj Dubai

Two thrillseekers snuck into the Burj Dubai in May while it was being built and jumped off at 650 meters up. You know, because they're crazy. Crazy risk takers. Rumor has it one of the guys even went as far as to have sex with a prostitute without putting a jacket on first. Yeah, and there was a frost warning in effect!

Two Guys Jumped Off the Burj Dubai and Lived to Tell About It [gizmodo]

Jan 11 2008 Laptop Bookbag Finds WiFi Signals, Strength

Well we've seen watches and shirts that have WiFi detection capabilities, and now there's a more practical one -- a laptop bag. Made in a variety of styles (bookbag, messenger bag, luggage-style roll around), each bag has a little LCD readout on top that indicates when a WiFi connection has been located and displays its signal strength. The bookbag goes for 34,40€ (~$51). Or you can save the money and do what I do, which is walk around with your laptop out and open at all times. Sure I've broken several from dropping them, but I'll be damned if I'm caught wearing a ridiculous bag. . I mean, bags are for that crazy lady who pushes a shopping cart full of them up and down the street and smells bad. That’s why we call her the bag lady. And it’s not a positive connotation. Although I did talk to her when I was stumbling home drunk one night. I ended up slipping her the tongue. Yeah, until she bit it off and swallowed it. Romantic, I know -- I think we're soulmates.

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thanks to Melissa, who is so so so so so beautiful, for the tip