I know what you're all thinking.

Believe me, I know.

You're thinking that I let you down. I slacked off. I procrastinated. I failed to deliver that weekly shining ray of hope and sunshine into your otherwise dreary existence. I did not submit TINTCYLF # 5 last week and I'm sorry. Truly, deeply sorry.

You see gang, I'm going through something in my life right now that I can only equate to post-partum depression, that sinking feeling of apathy and hopelessness mothers experience for a short time after their babies leave their big round bellies. Only mine should be referred to as "Post-clonum depression," if you will. It's that feeling of "Okay, saw Episode II three times, lived through all the hype, compared it to Spider-Man, wrote about how Jar Jar obliterated the universe just by opening his idiotic trap ... .now what?"

Admittedly, I have run out of Star Wars gas and it's only early June. I have absolutely nothing to write about and nothing worthwhile to say. I can't make fun of Ben Affleck in his goofy leather Daredevil suit because, well, this isn't a Marvel Comics column. I can't review Undercover Brother (hilarious) because, well, this isn't Aint It Cool News. I can't even write about how much of an utter dumbass Connie Chung is, because, well, I already did that. (sigh)

But alas, serendipity has visited me. An idea has sprung from some far off nether-region and planted itself in the dried up-soil of my brain matter. Next week, we're going to have a "mailbag" column here in TINTCYLF! (Applause) In order to do this, I need your help. Come up with some questions that are related to Star Wars, and I'll answer them in my own unique way. Have some fun with it. If you want to send me a question like, "Jeff, did you eat a lot of lead paint chips as a kid to get this skewed perspective on Star Wars?" go right ahead. I figure I'm going to need at least five questions / comments to respond to, so please get those typing fingers cracking and send me an email.