So, let’s talk a little Game of Thrones, shall we? I’m not going to spoil(er) it for you because that’s what’s Twitter’s for, but I do have an opinion on the shocker ending last night as it relates to the overall enjoyment of the story. Which is to say, I think the Red Wedding and the events to come are essentially gratuitous violence that do very little to further the plot or the arc of the Westeros universe. And yes, I’ve heard Martin proclaim that he was going for the realism of the brutality of actual life (during the War of the Roses period ostensibly). But I felt when reading the books — which took me a while because once the wannabe cool kids picked up on the series (they needed a little help, as they usually do), I wanted nothing to do with Westeros because I have a general aversion to conformity — and was reminded last night, that the critics of Martin think GOT is little more than an adolescent rape fantasy. And, while I think he’s a better writer than all that, I do think he ENJOYS the darker side of life and his general outlook on life is that heroes die. And that maybe they should. And honestly, this is why sometimes, depending on my mood, I forgo watching GOT until I’m more emotionally able to — quite literally — withstand it. If that’s what Martin is going for, then he has succeeded. But I do think people tend to use entertainment as an escape from the brutality of life. And Martin’s world is not only not an escape, it is a much darker, much more cynical, much more hateful place. It’s the Roman Coliseum. And I wouldn’t be lying if I said that I’m much more attracted to the bringers of light rather than the narrators of dark. Will I stop watching? No. It’s a compelling land of make-believe and Martin may have some good in store for us yet with the completion of the series of books. Also, I like looking at handsome, strong, capable men. But then, there’s one less of those now, isn’t there? Okay, I’m not trying to be a buzzkill. I just have a thing about being complacent when it comes to darkness. I’m just hoping the point wasn’t to enjoy the deaths of some of the nobler characters in that universe. Because that would suck. In any event, I’m kind of with this guy on the whole thing. This is not to suggest you shouldn’t read the books or watch the show. Hell, they’re both so culturally significant now you probably should for that reason alone. Just know that the brutally realistic is actually only called that so it can dabble in bloodshed and explore an almost impossibly amoral universe. Good men do exist.
Speaking of the visual representation of light and dark, you don’t have to like it, but this is basically true:
So, hey, I hit a home run the other night at our softball game. And it was a legitimate one, too, not just kicked around on errors. I’m just pumped about it.
So hey Atlanta people, my sis is stage managing a play in Little Five that’s getting some pretty good reviews if you get bored of a weekend night…
So hey, did I tell you guys about the lovely older couple from Florida I met at Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah who are taking a few years to sail up the East Coast and then heading inland to the Great Lakes? They’re coming to DC in July and they promised if I gave them some tips on things to do and places to eat (they bring collapsible bikes with them on the boat) they’d take me out for a sailboat spin? Because that happened. Savannah is magic like that.
So this is just funny right here. George cracks me up:
Unilever…owns Ben & Jerry’s, who is subsidizing Ben Cohen’s latest political advocacy at shareholders’ expense, brings the delicious, hypocrisy-dipped waffle cone of progressive nuttery full-circle: progressives spill tankers of ink decrying the influence of foreign money in American politics, and yet here, one of their champion’s advocacy plays is being subsidized by a foreign corporation! You can’t make this stuff up.
These people, who also exist on the Republican side, are the enemies of freedom. Call them out wherever and whenever you see them.
Aw, booger. I’m having serious dog withdrawal. I just feel like I need a little more stability in my life before giving my heart away again…Sometimes I think if my heart breaks one more time that could be it for me.
The only time I’ve gotten the laser gazer has been from men at the beginning of a relationship. Fell for it the first time (5 years later realized it was just a laser gaze and had very little meaning). Didn’t fall for it the second time. And have never been treated meaner. Go figure.
Yeah, Krugman and those who “argue” in this manner are baffling. And juvenile. And stupid, I don’t care how many Nobel Prizes you win.
The machine churns on. But it is, alas, not a perpetual motion machine and it’s fuel source (re: the useful idiots) appears to be drying up…
Money, ideology, conscience, and ego. And of course there’s an S at the end.
It was revealed to me recently that it is proper and right to dislike the kickball kids who take up space on the mall and generally cause DC to be regarded as a den of Peter Pans who all wear the same shirts and think the same thoughts. And here I thought they got on my nerves because they didn’t play positions and just spread out in the field like a group of elementary school students who all get a trophy at the end of the day. Disclosure: this happened just before I moved to town but I know Lamont. One of the nicest guys in our league. And he’s right, he could verbally eviscerate the rubber ball toting, perpetually juvenile “don’t-call-me-a-hipster!” hipster that comprises the average DC kickballer. But, as he notes, he’s not in the 3rd grade. Brilliant.
Forgot how much I loved this song in my early 20s. Which likely explains a lot.