A true gentleman, scholar, and bad-ass.
What the hell, I blinked and now it’s 1 AM. I got nothing done today. I guess I was suffering from post-Baelor stress disorder. Time to retire to the sleep cave with Greg Keyes’s The Briar King and Chumlee’s big fat ass on my television. Such a lovable buffoon.
Love is the death of duty.
Thanks mainly to the delightful weather and the delicious new strain handed to me by my most trusted friend, I found myself powering through Tad Williams’s second entry of the Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn trilogy today underneath the watchful eye of a large Oak in my backyard. The Stone of Farewell was much more fast paced when compared to The Dragonbone Chair. This was probably an illusion building on the fact that names, races, and places had been established and I was used to some of the…cumbersome titles. Whether my own perception, or a more fluid (but still quite verbose) style adopted by Mr. Williams it doesn’t really matter; this part of the trilogy was quite gripping.
I thought the Balon was really strong. The Davos was alright, but the woman didn’t sell me on Melisandre. Guess it’s a good thing there are hundreds of other actors for them to consider for these roles.
Lord Tywin Lannister did not, in the end, shit gold.
—A Storm of Swords
There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man.
—Varys, the Spider
I’m watching Man v. Food since the NCIS marathon has since given way to some of my least favorite episodes of SVU. Adam Richman has one of the greatest jobs in the world. Surprised he isn’t any larger than he is with all of the goodness he shovels down his gullet. I do wonder if it was heading that way and that’s why he is now doing the whole Man v. Food Nation angle.