Over the past two days I have watched all ten hours of Game of Thrones season one. It’s safe to say I liked it a lot more than I thought I would. You current fans do a terrible job of selling it. Whenever I say, “I really don’t like stories with magic and dragon and the like,” you should respond, “You idiot, it’s a political thriller where no one is safe and it has the tiniest bit of magic and dragons and the like.”
Anyways, I don’t love it…but it’s perfect bloody soap opera for a guy who’s still laid up in bed for twelve hours a day.
I’ve been doing a lot of writing (I got a thing I’m working on, BTW, in case anyone’s interested in things) and playing some video games and reading The Contortionist’s Handbook. I’m also getting flabby and need to start doing crunches or something. Or stop eating doughnuts.
Also, my emails are getting nastier…