I still remember Joel's plea to forgive George Lucas for his many sins. He had a point. Kind of. A little. Ish. Had. Whatever mercy I had left for this man—a man who I greatly respected and admired as a creator—has completely disappeared after watching the trailer for Star Wars' Detours, a comedy.

Yes, this moldy crate full of pain and shame is an official product from the Lucasfilm factory, I shit you not:

Star Wars Detours™ is an animated comedy that explores what daily life is like in a galaxy far, far away. There are no Empires striking back or attacking clones here. Instead, Star Wars Detours focuses on the universe's regular folks and their everyday problems... which, to be fair, do frequently involve famous bounty hunters, crazed Ewoks, and even a Dark Lord of the Sith.

That's their description, which ends with "Welcome to Star Wars: Detours: the other side of the stars, between the wars." Read that last phrase a few times.

You know, I was going to write a long rant about this—like the last time—but I just can't.

I can't because I don't care. There's no hate (there never was, more like a "oh no, fuck off!" kind of feeling). There's not even disenchantment. There's nothing.

I just don't give a flying fuck about Star Wars anymore. And that's really sad because I was one of those little 4-year-old kids who watched Episode IV: A New Hope in the movie theater when it came out. I never took it seriously. I never got a million toys or a lightsaber replica. I just loved it for what it was. Now people take that wonderment for granted, living in a world populated by special effects everywhere. But back then it blew out the minds of a few generations, myself included. And now—after all George has done—now I just don't give a damn.

I give up.