Disney has a lot of big plans for Star Wars, because that’s what you do when you acquire a new brand, you talk big about how important it is and announce crazy plans to make it mega super awesome. They first declared they’d be making a Star Wars VII and hired JJ Abrams to direct, even though he’s already directing Star Trek, which is kind of like the same guy being in charge of Coke and Pepsi. Yesterday, Harry Knowles said Disney was also planning stand-alone Star Wars movies, starting with one based on Yoda. Now Disney has confirmed plans to make stand-alone movies, which makes Knowles’ Yoda scoop seem highly likely. It’s still no guarantee that it will actually happen (we’ll get to that), but it proves that they want to.

Disney CEO Bob Iger confirmed for investors that his company has lined up Lawrence Kasdan and Simon Kinberg to work on stand-alone Star Wars movies. Disney acquired Lucasfilm in a $4.05 billion transaction last year.

Kasdan’s work has been sort of meh as a director, but he did co-write The Empire Strikes Back, the only Star Wars movie that really stands the test of time for me. He also wrote Raiders of the Lost Ark, and his son Jake directed the criminally underseen/underrated Walk Hard. Simon Kinberg wrote Sherlock Holmes and This Means War (woof).

As THR first reported, Kasdan and Kinberg are working on separate films that will serve as spinoffs of the main new trilogy.

Of course, take all of this with a grain of salt (tequila optional). LucasFilm (pre-Disney) had also announced plans for a 3D re-release of the prequels, only to cancel when the first one underperformed and no one seemed particularly excited about it. Are we really so starved for Star Warses that we’ll shell out for a new trilogy AND an unspecified number of stand-alone movies, with writers doing backflips to keep the continuity straight all the while? It seems unlikely, but my generation are idiots, so who knows.

Speaking of not being particularly excited, does this whole Disney thing mean I can’t make fun of George Lucas and his racecar bed and the money pouch beneath his chin and his insatiable appetite for cats every time there’s Star Wars news now? Is that over? I gotta try to make fun of Bob freakin’ Iger now? (pictured, above). Oy. I mean I’ll do it, but it’s going to be much less fun. Just look at that dude. He makes Mitt Romney look like Frank Zappa. Ten bucks says the motherf*cker’s gluten-free.

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_{The rabbits, George.  Can’t you see ‘em?  We’ll live off the fat of the land. Now close your eyes before the angry mob gets here.}

You know how we always joke about George Lucas eating cats and sleeping in a racecar bed and keeping little boys on a chain leash like Princess Leia while he gobbles fanboys’ money?  Turns out it’s not far from the truth.  There’s a downloadable transcript of a conversation between Lucas, Spielberg, and Lawrence Kasdan going around in which Lucas makes the case, during pre-production on Raiders of the Lost Ark, for the Indiana Jones character having been Marion Ravenwood’s, er, let’s say “statutory mentor.” Via Cinematical:

GL: I was thinking that this old guy could have been his mentor. He could have known this little girl when she was just a kid. Had an affair with her when she was eleven.

LK: And he was forty-two.

GL: He hasn’t seen her in twelve years. Now she’s twenty-two. It’s a real strange relationship.

SS: She had better be older than twenty-two.

GL: He’s thirty-five, and he knew her ten years ago when he was twenty-five and she was only twelve. It would be amusing to make her slightly young at the time.

SS: And promiscuous. She came onto him.

GL: Fifteen is right on the edge. I know it’s an outrageous idea, but it is interesting. Once she’s sixteen or seventeen it’s not interesting anymore. But if she was fifteen and he was twenty-five and they actually had an affair the last time they met. And she was madly in love with him and he …

Spielberg then slammed his fist down on the desk, “George! You can’t have sex with an 11-year-old girl.”

“But her hai-er wuzs sho soft!” yelled George, knocking over his sippy cup.