Confirmed it now is that the Star Wars mythology is apparently deeply embedded in my psyche, which only makes sense given the number of times I watched all of those movies when I was growing up and how much the adventures in my no-friends cerebral pretendland revolved around those characters. I never had the action figures, because they were too expensive, my mom said, but my rich cousin John had them all, including the ships and the Darth Vader action-figure carrying case, and I was infinitely jealous. But that's not the point. My off-the-cuff comparison of Tikal to Endor turned out to be half-right: It wasn’t Endor, but the fourth moon of Yavin, the scene of the celebration at the end of Episode IV.

I totally missed the error. My Star Wars geekery of high school has betrayed me, and I have been cast to the Pit of Carcoon.

Maybe this means I'm not as big of a nerd as I thought. Still not an alpha though