Time of Death: 8:55am, December 27th, 2016. (approximate read time: 8 minutes) Carrie Fisher is dead. What does that even mean. I, for one, cannot tell you what it means. I haven’t the faintest clue. All I have is how it makes me feel… Cold. Though not privy to be born in that blessed 70s generation, the canals through which Star Wars was birthed (1977 specifically), the impact it had on my life was by no means lessened. I remember the day, I  always  remember the day, as if it were yesterday. The clearest of recollections, the most sacred of memories. This was back in the old days where my dad still cleaned pools for a living and my mom worked overnight as a hotel receptionist. Back before anybody knew anything about a facebook, or a twitter, or an instagram, or an ipad. Back when “outside” was not some alien force, but rather the necessary right of passage into pubescence and (provided one survived the hormonal uprising against one’s parents) into adul...