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I’m having one of those nights when I can’t sleep, and anything I thought I could accomplish instead isn’t working either. Instead I’m reading the Tony Award results and musing on Star Wars. Like…it’s hard to relate how important Luke Skywalker was to me as a kid, before I ever saw a Star Wars movie. We weren’t allowed to see movies in theaters and so I had to wait for the TV premiere, and before that it was merely relayed to me by friends and oodles of fun toys and creepy kneeless action figures. However, Luke, Leia and Han (and to a lesser degree, Chewie, R2, C-3PO, Lando and the others) were all we had so they seemed very important. But now, with the saga having expanded, there are so few installments that actually feature those characters that they seem far les important as an adult, and likely to any new fans, in the same way that I have a hard time connecting with Rey or Poe or Finn or Ben Solo. I mean, it’s not like I hate those characters, or the originals, but I much prefer Ahsoka, Anakin, Ezra, Andor and the prequel era in general. And that definitely didn’t happen over night. But with the prequel films + Clone Wars / The Clone Wars, Tales, The Bad Batch, Maul, Solo, Obi-Wan, Rebels, Andor & even with Rogue One leading directly into “A New Hope”, the original trilogy feels oddly sparse, rather than the in-depth trilogy on its own.

See. I think about pointless stuff like this all the time. When I should be asleep. I thought I might take some photos while Aaron was asleep but I need more space. I need the whole apartment. With surfaces. And privacy. And I’m not likely to get that before Thursday. So that’s out the window. I did finish a note that will guide Mark Adams and his daughter Raven through Marvel Cinematic Multiverse in release date order – even as I find release order to be tiresome and insane. But that’s how she wants it and now that’s how she has it.

My legs hurt. I hurt. I’m old. Ish. Oldish and alive. That’s okay.

I’m not even gonna share a song. I’m just going to try to sleep. But going to bed this late / early invariably leads to me being unhappy quite a lot for at least 24 hours…so I have that to look forward to. Blah.