Well fruitcakes, it’s Christmas time, when we let in light and we banish shade. Wait, what? Nevermind. Anyways, I hope you all have a great Christmas (or whatever other holidays you baby Jesus haters might participate in), and remember – if you don’t...

These are my pants. There are many like them, but these ones are mine. My pants are my worst enemy. They are my death. I must master my pants as I must master my life. My pants, without me, are useless. Without my pants, I am invincible.

Prepare for Jedis, excitement and competent storytelling. Oh… wait.. no.

Grand Pappy Amos used to say the only good pigeon is a dead pigeon. He may not have been right about the whole “master race” business, but I think he was right about that.

Fact: Qui-Gon was always drinking gin. This made him a terrible Jedi.