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.
Chipping away at Tad Williams’s The Stone of Farewell while listening to an NCIS marathon going in the adjoining room. Anthony DiNozzo is so dreamy.
Only a fool humbles himself when the world is so full of men eager to do that job for him.
After how much I enjoyed American Gods, I had a sinking feeling that I wouldn’t take that kind of a personal shine to anything else I read of Neil Gaiman’s, but I’m happy to report that I was very wrong. Anansi Boys reminded me most of something that would work just as well around a campfire as it did on the printed page. The intermingling of gods and Aesop-esque fables of morality and trickery weaves a fantastical web that holds up and eventually encompasses everything about the protagonist, one wrongly nicknamed Fat Charles Nancy.
A bag of dragons buys a man’s silence for a while, but a well-placed quarrel buys it forever.
Vincent D’Onofrio appeared on Opie and Anthony this morning, and was much more relaxed and eager to answer and elaborate on anything they asked him. He plays one of my favorite Law and Order detectives, but I’ve always read that he was kind of a weird, sullen guy. Glad to have that mostly shattered. Also I wasn’t aware that he filmed the final 8 episodes of the series himself.
You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children. Now say her name.
—Oberyn Martell, to Gregor Clegane