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Thursdays: Wands Wookie’s and Wipeout’s 002

🧙 My Lightsaber Is Actually a Remote: The Jedi Arts of Channel Control

In our galaxy, the remote is more than tech—it’s a wand, a peacekeeper, a beacon of compromise. And wielding it? That’s pure Jedi.

I used to think I had control. Then came Bluey marathons and YouTube wormholes. Channel sovereignty became a rare artefact, like the Darksaber—spoken of, seldom seen. But here’s the trick: Jedi don’t dominate. They persuade, guide, and sometimes make room for Ewok dance breaks if it brings balance to the Force.

I’ve learned to rotate screen time like a training regimen—cartoons one day, nature docs the next, with detours through football replays for parental sanity. Sometimes, we co-watch and I sneak in dad jokes that would make Yoda groan.

And when the tiny Padawans clash? That’s when my calm Jedi dad voice comes out: “There is no fight, only sharing.” It doesn’t always work. But neither did Obi-Wan’s first try with Anakin.

Callsign: Dadnaut

From Guardsman to Dadnaut – The Mission Behind the Maker

In another universe, I might have stayed behind the scenes, quietly creating, connecting, and carrying worlds on my shoulders. But in this one? I am all in. Not because I crave attention, but because I believe in building things that matter—stories, brands, moments, and meaning. The Dadnauts project isn’t my first idea, but it will be lasting. It’s the one that fits like a glove, Or a gauntlet.

Dadnaut blends precision with play. There’s a Guardsman’s discipline still beating under the surface: a respect for routine, attention to detail, and a commitment to seeing things through. That part of me shows up every time I draft content plans, build workflows, or break down a complex project into clear steps. However, it’s not all strategy and checklists, I am fuelled by curiosity, story, and connection. I know how to turn a tagline into a touchpoint and a fandom reference into a bridge.

If creativity were a constellation, Dadnaut aims to be its navigator. Whether I am brainstorming blogs that spark self-reflection or remixing Newcastle United chants into bedtime rituals, I strive to bring a unique orbit to everything I touch. I see ideas not just for what they are—but for what they could become, if given the right voice, the right vibe, the right space to grow.

Beyond the blogs, tweets, and branding bursts, there’s someone who simply cares deeply about legacy, about laughter, and about leading with authenticity. I am building something not just for clicks or clout, but for community. For other dads navigating the weird intersection of nappies and fandom. For anyone who’s ever felt torn between who they were and who they’re becoming.

At the heart of this galaxy-spanning operation? The Mamnaut. The partner, the co-pilot, the quiet force that holds the orbit steady when things start to wobble. She’s the one who sees through the mess to the meaning, who tempers the chaos with calm, who reminds Dadnaut, whether with a look, a laugh, or a perfectly timed hug that resets the universe, that this whole mission only flies because it’s a team effort. If Dadnaut is the explorer, Mamnaut is the gravity. Together, they make the stars feel a little more within reach.

The core of Dadnauts mission is this truth: Identity isn’t something you leave behind when you become a parent. It’s like building your own lightsaber. It draws from your past, reflects your essence, and evolves with every choice you make in the galaxy of fatherhood. Like every great Dadnaut before him, I am just getting started.