Showing posts with label Game of Thrones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Game of Thrones. Show all posts

Monday, March 2, 2015

everyone is coming home

everyone is coming home
MONDAY, March 2nd 2015

april, you glorious month: mad men 4.5, rhony 4.7, game of thrones 4.12, veep 4.12, outlander & spring.  forget about my failed relationship's would be 5 year anniversary and my ex's birthday....i have bethenney frankel and the last season of mad men EVER to fill the void.  why must all things end matt weiner???!!! TELL ME WHY?!?!



Monday, April 7, 2014

come closer i will rip you to shreds

come closer i will rip you to shreds
MONDAY, April 7th 2014

fyi - i have also resolved to discuss television.  it's my personal justification for watching SO much of it. so let's being: game of thrones has returned. 

season 4 episode 1 - two swords 

i'm glad to have all my friends back...oh wait...i'm glad to have half of my friends back.  i. am. still. not. over. the. Red. Wedding.  i thought i had had enough time to grieve but, just like sansa in two swords, my heart still aches and i don't want to talk to about it - THAT'S NOT TRUE, it's ALL i want to talk about.  my dreams were murdered.  i foolishly thought arya was going to be reunited with her mother and instead the absolute opposite happened!

after some reflection (sobbing for hours) and the viewing of exactly 3 cosmos episodes i've managed to peek out of the corner of my eye at that massive repressed growing gnawing fear that i carry inside me that we are nothing.  WE - you and me, the human race, we mean nothing.  pale blue dot style.  i know mr. sagan didn't mean this to terrify me - but it does and i'm always running from it throwing people and things behind me to slow it down.  the Red Wedding and my subsequent breakdown was merely a manifestation of my confrontation with it. needless to say, i was not ready.  george rr martin why didn't you have the decency to keep up this fragile charade!  

now -- season 4 episode 1 later -- i'm still left grappling with that feeling, that empty feeling, that vast terrifying empty feeling that nothing will ever be ok and everything means nothing...dear god i just turned this into a livejournal.

BRIGHTERnotes:

- i did _love_ that yellow starburst robe that oberyn marte was donning - the manly fop!
- i cannot wait to see sansa and tyrion's first sexual encounter, cause this is GoT and sex/rape/babies/heirs must be had (more on that later)
- who is excited for this royal wedding?! i am!
- jamie, poor guy, just got dumped on this episode...by his sister/lover & king/nephew/son.  brightside: a golden hand & bad hair cut is better than no hand & a bad haircut.

ps remember gmork? servant to the nothing (ref. the neverending story) because i do.