Everywhere I look, all I see is STAR WARS, STAR WARS, STAR WARS, and if I were still young, I'd be in heaven. All through my childhood years, I loved the original trilogy and often lamented the fact that I was born too late to see any of them in theaters or to get any of the good toys (all my Star Wars toys came from flea markets, believe it or not). And, now, I find that I don't care at all. Maybe it's got something to do with Lucas' constant tweaking of episodes 4-6 (which annoys the hell out of me) or maybe it was because I HATED Attack of the Clones, but whatever it was, I simply have no drive to see the new movie at all. And that kind of depresses me, first because that's all ANYONE'S talking about and all they will talk about for the next 5 days, at least. And second, I sort of feel like I'm betraying my younger self in a way. I feel like I should be excited just because this would've been the greatest thing ever when I was a kid.