“Am I missing an eyebrow?”

That aesthetic of the Star Wars universe: the do-it-yourself, hotrod ethic that George Lucas exported from his childhood, is exactly the same kind of soul behind what we do and build for the show.

We didn’t set out to be educators or even scientists, and we don’t purport that what we do is real science but we’re demonstrating a methodology by which one can engage and satisfy your curiosity.

You will hurt people you love, and help people you detest.

I’m actually the fourth generation in my family to have no practical use for the church, or God, or religion. My children continue this trend.

I’ve regularly had to do things that were never done before, from designing complex motion-control rigs to figuring out how to animate chocolate.

These objects were sometimes just 12 inches across yet needed enough detail to fill a movie screen.

I have some ideas on how to fix that.

Especially parts from ‘Star Wars’ – I can do this stuff all day long. It’s exactly how I made my living for 15 years.

I’m a lifelong movie addict, and one of my favorite projects is making replica props and costumes.

Bigger is always better.

After all those years of doing remote detonations, where we just push a button and something explodes, to actually see a nice big fat line of black smoke heading toward something that will blow up is very satisfying.

Breaking something big into its constituent parts will help you organize your thoughts, but it can also force you to confront the depth of your ignorance and the hugeness of the task.

I think one of the defining moments of adulthood is the realization that nobody’s going to take care of you.

I think LEGOs are one of the best toys ever developed.

Whether it’s in a phrase like “going over like a lead balloon” or “a needle in a haystack,” or tackling movie myths or even a genre, like MacGyver or James Bond

Back when I was a professional model-maker at Industrial Light & Magic, my specialty was hard-edged construction – spaceships, miniature sets, and architectural stuff.

“Oh, you know,” I say. “Sun shining. Birds chirping.” She raises an eyebrow at me, as if reminding me that we are in an underground tunnel.

Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.

Ashton grinne and raised her eyebrows. “I can’t believe you’re telling me a Vincent boy brought you to Grove, Alabama and not me.” Shrugging, I returned her smile. “They’re heard to resist.” “Don’t I know it.”