Day 3 of receiving constant Star Wars spoilers in my inbox. Despite not caring much one way or another whose son marries what Jar Jar Binks in the new movie, I am still finding that a good one third of my anon messages are meant to fill me with teary nerd rage, like that one time with Dumbledore. But the anons are learning. They’re evolving. The spoilers are getting more obscure, more specific, revealing minor plot points and visual gags in excruciating detail until the movie loses all of its meaning before I’ve even watched it. I check again. My inbox is filling up. Somehow, 500 characters at a time, J.J. Abrams is messaging me the entire Episode VII script
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