Bitch, I’m too old to be up until midnight on purpose.

Here’s wishing 2026 gives everyone back the energy they put into 2025.

They’re giving us more of that good stuff tonight, apparently. Let the Orange Storm continue. #AEWDynamite

Chef’s kiss. No notes.

So…“Timeless” Toni Storm and Orange Cassidy Intergender Tag Team when? #AEWWorldsEnd

A very happy #AEWWorldsEnd to all those who celebrate. May your evening be rough, sweaty and full of moderately controlled violence.

Happy Hogswatch to all who celebrate. Ho! Ho! Ho!

“I had to pause the Star Wars Holiday Special to watch wrestling” is the kind of sentence you only get at Christmas. #AEW

Please feast upon their bones as sacrifice, O, Lumpawaroo. Grace us with your benevolence and destroy not our crops in the coming year.

I wrap presents like a divorced dad who gets the kids every other Christmas. The intentions are good but the skills needed are wildly questionable.

I love how AEW fans seem to unanimously love Eddie Kingston and want nothing but nice things for that loud, puppy dog eyed man.

Content creators who say, “I/We don’t get political” is code for either “We care more about not angering internet bigots who might give us some numbers than having principles” or “We’re actually trash and scared someone will notice and hurt our numbers.” There is no centrality in this climate.

American “Christians” are so bad that they got me—a filthy heathen—quoting the Bible at them. I haven’t been inside a church in almost two decades. I don’t even believe in your heaven and I’m still more likely to get there before you are. Jesus Fucking Christ.

My favorite acting moment in all of Star Wars. Period.

The Star Wars Saga is just Leia stuck dealing with fires caused by three generations of moody Skywalker men.

Played Star Wars Trivial Pursuit almost all afternoon with my brother-in-law and I cannot explain how mad I was losing a round because Tatooine’s suns are apparently named “Tatoo I” and “Tatoo II”. Says who, Bitch?

Thinking of the only racer who can ever hold my heart. 💚

I love being excited about things that will be out in, like, six years.

Love when the little things that bring you joy are also owned by billion dollar media conglomerates seemingly intent on making everything dumber and worse.

You don’t understand the kind of nightmare person I will become if this show finally gets a second chance.

Holidays can be tough for those of us with estranged biological families. If you’re feeling down this month, please know that I am willing to fill that void. I can ask you awkward questions, pry into your personal life and/or interrupt you to brag about my imaginary children. I am here for you.

It’s only officially holiday time in my house when Hogfather comes off the shelf.

Star Wars Explained is a phenomenal success by two incredibly hardworking fans who are also (almost sickeningly) incredibly kind, good-hearted people. Congratulations, @starwarsexplained.com and @molliedamon.bsky.social! Thank you for a decade of nerd knowledge and using your platform for good.

What does one do with hundreds of inherited Funko Pops at this point that doesn’t include setting them ablaze?

Ironically found this old shirt in the back of the closet.

Ewoks.

I want a story about the Jedi working trade professions at the temple on Coruscant. Someone had to tailor robes, build customized chairs for Council members, feed younglings and run the gift shop. Let’s hear about them going on their first real adventure, learning to survive out of their elements.

Hot Take: Film preservation is super neat.

I could give a whole TED Talk about how Miss Piggy is specifically Frank Oz’s drag persona and why that factors into the failure to recapture the character’s popularity and success after he left the role. (I feel very strongly for Muppets, okay?)

Everything you need to know about me.

Sometimes I think about the Sy Snootles bust from Gentle Giant that I didn’t buy for $20 at a store’s Going Out Of Business Sale years and years back. I have whole failed human relationships I have no regrets over but THIS was one of my moral failings.

I *will* make and finish *something* that actually makes it to the internet in 2026. That’s the overall creative goal. Low bars.

The truth has never been truthier.

“Ben Shapiro wins Golden Globe for Podcasting” is my Manchurian Candidate-style trigger phrase.

I see a ranking of #StarWars came out today so time to bring out old faithful

Someone fire the Writers Room of whatever reality we live in because it’s all a jumbled, incoherent mess. Call me after the reboot.

Small friend and green baby wokling. (I don’t automatically recognize the art style, so I’m not positive who to credit, unfortunately. Any help, @philszostak.bsky.social?)

Step One: Ever So Slightly Adjust Medication Step Two: Abandon Sleep. Ponder the nature of mortality. “Xanadu” is now stuck in your head for no reason.

Specific Dive: You guys remember the punk rock vibes of the Alt (Queer/POC/Femme, etc.) Star Wars Twitter community and how (overall) fascinating, supportive and creative it was?

V FOR VENDETTA seems to mostly understand its source material. It’s just an incredibly American take on it (for better or for worse). Good movie. WATCHMEN basically recreates the book panel by panel but still completely misunderstands it at a cellular level. Dumb movie.

Ten year old me used to read the pull quotes from Insider #50 into my tape recorder and pretend I had a Star Wars talk show with celebrity guests. It’s sad to see them go.

Getting into a public argument with your spouse in a CVS parking lot is heterosexual culture.

It’s almost sad that our collective dream for the future is “But what if things weren’t absolutely horrible ALL of the time?”.

Gen Z, my angels, you’ve reached your Avocado Toast era. You’re now publicly responsible for everything wrong with society until Gen Alpha gets old enough to rent a car. I’m sorry.

It’s Samhain, bitches.

I’ve gone 35 years not knowing what the hell “cornhole” is and still I refuse to look it up.

The working poor are the hardest working people in America. Anyone who thinks they and their families don’t deserve to eat is beyond lost.

*taps on sign*