I absolutely love Yoda. In fact, he looms so large in my heart that a life-size version of the Jedi Master sits in a place of honor in my home and sports various festive hats throughout the year (right now it’s Mickey Mouse ears) because I want the inanimate statue to “feel” like he’s part of the family.
It’s weird, I know, but that’s just how I roll.
And so, when I spotted artist Andrea Eusebi‘s plastiline sculpture of a human Yoda, well, I kinda screamed in fangirl joy because, frankly, he looks a whole lot like my uncle.
With the big ears surrounded by tufts of out of control hair, the age-spotted chrome dome and the wrinkled mouth that is proof-positive of decades spent smoking, this is truly an ode to my old gnarled uncle who annoys me.
And yet, somehow this pleases me to no end.
From now on when that old bastard makes thinly veiled sexist remarks during family get-togethers, I will no longer wish that he would die. Instead, I’ll just close my eyes and pretend he’s a wise old professor of the Force whose vitriol and crankiness does not affect me on an emotional level anymore.
Though to be honest, I highly doubt that even with all this pretending that my uncle is Yoda, I can imagine away the moments when he pinches the asses of his female relatives and yells out “Baby Got Back”.
Source: Geeks Are Sexy