So I am now officially traumatized.
I just watched the second to last episode of the season. And I am officially ready for it to end.
Way to take the wind out of Dany’s sails, GOT.
We spend weeks and weeks waiting for movement on the Dragon front and now…this?
Oh, and if you think I didn’t notice what you did with Ygritte and Jon, you better think again.
As for the Internet–thanks a lot. For nothing. For months the readers of the novels have been going around hinting at how everything changes at Edmure’s wedding.
Okay, as a writer, I’m an over-plotter. You say things like that, I will immediately cotton onto the worst that can happen. And I WILL guess what you’re hinting at. IMMEDIATELY.
Know what? Guessing it beforehand didn’t help. At. All.
I want to say I hate this show. I really do. But I can’t. It’s just a show that’s doing it’s job. It’s wonderful, amazing, heart-stopping, jaw-dropping job.
George RR Martin, on the other hand, has no excuse. You, sir, are a bastard. There. I said it. And yes, that was my glove hitting you in the face. I will see you in the fields at sundown.
And is it just me, or is all good television getting to be psychologically damaging these days? Between Breaking Bad, The Walking Dead, Game of Thrones, Justified etc. I’m starting to wonder if I have the strength to watch the shit I watch, far less write the shit I write.
But I guess we must all suffer for art, at some point.
And in the meantime, it keeps the evil of reality TV away.
But for the love of God, if you have started watching/reading Game of Thrones…TURN BACK NOW. There’s still time to save your souls. If you keep going. If you get on that road…
Well, like a netizen said a short while ago, you’ll just end up in a corner, rocking back and forth and making funny whimpering sounds until next week. When the last episode airs.
God, give me strength. Especially since Tru Blood comes back right after. And we already know what fuckery is afoot there.