My friend and I only had one important thing to say about last night’s episode, and that was:

“DICK LEECH”

We repeated it many times. Loudly. 

— Captain Martin Crieff

thekrakensonions:

eeba-ism replied to your post: Because rather than let Cat even finish her line,…

I actually sat up and shouted when that happened, like I was watching a ref make a bad call. I mean, effectively, that *is* what I was watching. These refs are complete shit.

It was a moment, wasn’t it? The show has also managed to make their version of Brynden awful. I shouldn’t be groaning “Oh shut the fuck up” when Brynden speaks (because I loved book!Brynden), yet here I am. I’m DREADING Lysa coming back, because without Hoster’s guilt, her story’s not really going to resonate and I can see them just going SHE’S CRAAAAAAYZEEE and I’ll be wishing she was on Black Walder’s Gayboat with the other no-show characters. Safely sailing away from D,D&BC’s Tullyfail.

I mourn whenever we see Brynden, I just don’t know why they’ve done what they have to him :( Give him a different name if he’s not going to retain a shred of his true character. He’s not called the “Blackfish” because he’s a gruff asshole. Uuugh, I’m now recalling how my heart just sank when Brynden yanked the bow away from Edmure — as opposed to, “ “Let me, my lord,” he offered.”

Do they think we’ll think he’s extra badass if he’s awful to his nephew at his father’s funeral?? Within the show, we’ve been given no realised evidence that Edmure is a bit tactically lacking, we’ve only been told about it (and if it happens off-screen, no one cares) … so whenever Brynden and Robb lay into Edmure I can only think, “shut your OOC whore mouths, the both of you.” D&D, I’m still waiting for the proper evidence that Robb marrying Talisa is the biggest tactical mistake ever, and Edmure is bloody Erwin Rommel by comparison (ok that was a weird analogy I’m going to quit ranting while I’m ahead)—

Brynden was one of my favourites. I have a lot of favourites… but… that doesn’t make it any less painful.

And poor, poor Lysa.  Thanks D&D for taking away the justifications for all female characters that aren’t Talisa.

I was thinking about Ramsay and Theon and my music was on shuffle and Pleasure and Pain by the Divinyls came on and now I feel really unclean but also really happy.

Nearly all of my writing notes are questions to myself, and they’re always completely inconsequential.

“Farrere makes Harry a pie?”

Past-Abby, why is that an issue? Of course he’ll make him a fucking pie. What were you thinking when you wrote that?

I think my biggest overall issue with Game of Thrones season three is the abundance of stagnant scenes.

At this stage, seven episodes in, I don’t think I say “overall” prematurely. They’re building towards events in each plotline that will rocket things forward, certainly, but the momentum will be brief, and it’s like they’ve been building without a plan. They put some foundations here, wander away, put some more there, forget about the first lot. It’s been a complete mess.

Screenwriting 101: there should be some kind of reveal in every scene. It can be big or small, but there needs to be one. I’m sick to death of all these scenes where we learn nothing we didn’t already know, at the cost of so much character development.

It doesn’t bode well for season four, that’s for damn sure, because after the chaos of Storm of Swords many of the plotlines become very insular with a focus on psychological development. The characters don’t move about much, physically (on a whole, there are some exceptions). D&D haven’t shown us much in the way of proving they’re adept to handle that shift in tone.

I mean, they haven’t shown us much more than naked ladies and torture porn this season, anyway.

Me: man, the new Star Trek was a lot of fun. Benedict Cumberbatch is so fine. Imma go look through the Khan tag

Me:

Me:

Me: oh sweet merciful jesus *facepalm*

It’s 4:30am. I have had no sleep. I have ceased to give even the slightest fuck about the well being of the possum who sounds like he’s building a fort in the walls of my room.

If I ever lay hands on him it’s gonna be like that scene with the bull in Apocalypse Now. I will massacre him. I will make him into a beanie while he’s still breathing.

He will be… an ex-possum.