I know I know

I don’t write on this blog much anymore. Mainly because I lost focus.
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Game of Thrones Season 4 Episode 2

There be spoilers ahead so if you don’t want to know what happened in this episode stop reading now.

Also, this post deals solely with the T.V. show because I haven’t read the books and don’t intend to until the G.R.R. Martin has finished writing them.

Okay, so for the most part is a table setting episode, one that sets things up for later in the season, but it does so with such a power that it does not feel like just a table setting. The episode opens with Ramsay Snow, also known as Roose Bolton’s bastard, and the man who chopped off Theon Greyjoy’s manhood, using hounds to chase down a defenseless servant girl. The girl stands no chance, and after a brief flight through the woods she is brought down by an arrow, and then ripped apart by Ramsay’s dogs. This scene serves to remind the viewer that Ramsay is a terrible and vicious person, setting up a kind of parallel with King Joffrey, the character everyone loves to hate.

After the hunt Roose Bolton arrives at the Dreadfort, home of the Boltons. Roose is most displeased that the Greyjoys hold an important castle, and that he had to sneak himself into his own lands because of it. He is also upset that Ramsay has tortured and mutilated Theon, who Roose sees as key to getting the Greyjoys to leave the North. Ramsay shrugs, tell his father that Reek, as Theon is now called, is a more loyal and valuable servant that Theon ever could have been. He then proves his point by having Reek shave his face with a straight-razor, and while the blade is at Ramsay’s throat, he tells Reek of Robb Stark’s fate at the hands of Roose Bolton. After a slight hesitation, with the blade at Ramsay’s throat, Reek keeps shaving, proving Ramsay’s point. As a reward for his ability to break men, Ramsay is tasked by his father to go and kick the Greyjoys out. He has to bring Reek with him, which should go over quite well with the Greyjoy forces.

Meanwhile, in King’s Landing, preparations for the Royal Wedding are in full swing, but before we see any of that we are privy to a scene between Jaime Lannister and Tyrion Lannister, in which it is clear that the two are now equals, at least in the eyes of Tywin Lannister, their father. Jaime used to be the golden child, and was set to become the head of the family, but after losing his hand he no longer feels that way. He says he can’t fight, and because he can’t fight he can’t protect the king, and is therefore worthless as a knight, if not a man. Add to the fact that both Tywin and Cersei disavowed themselves of him last episode and Jaime is going through some tough times. I do not feel all that sorry for him, though. Yes, last season did make him a more sympathetic character as we got to hear his story about why he killed the Mad King, and the loss of his hand has made him a pitiable character, but this is the man who pushed a ten year old boy out of a very high window, fathered Joffrey, attacked Ned Stark without provocation, murdered his own cousin, and has generally been an all around arrogant jerk-hole. He deserves to be brought down a peg or two, even if he did save Brienne from being raped as well as eaten by a bear. (I do have to tip my hat to him for those things because Brienne is one of my favorite characters.)

Tyrion, being the black sheep of the Lannister family, can empathize with what his brother is going through. He suggests that Jaime learn how to fight with his left hand, offering up Bron the trash talking, fights without honor, sell sword. The scene between Jaime and Bron is wickedly entertaining because we get to see Bron delight in humiliating Jaime, and take great pride in the fact that he fights without honor. I hope to get more scenes of these two sparring because I have always liked Bron, and it is nice to see Jaime eat crow. Aside from reestablishing the character of Bron, and showing the audience just how diminished Jaime is, this scene serves to remind us that cruelty comes in many forms. The episode opened with the hunting down and brutal evisceration of a servant girl, and now this scene, while not really physically cruel, demonstrates the cruelty of words. Bron mocks and taunts Jaime with his mouth as well as his skills with the sword, thereby making the scene a good thematic transition from the cruelty of Ramsay to the cruelty of Joffrey.

Now onto the wedding stuff, the true meat of the episode, and a real shake up for the series moving forward. A rehearsal dinner is going on, and gifts are being offered to the Royal Couple. First, Margaery’s father offers a golden chalice to Joffrey. The gift is accepted with kind and gracious words, maybe the first ones Joffrey has ever spoken. Then Tyrion gives his King/nephew a book. Joffrey is less than impressed, but he makes an effort to be gracious. It almost works, and Jack Gleason does a fine job of showing Joffrey’s struggle between giving in to his normal behavior and trying to act more kingly. This struggle does not last, though, as Joffrey baser instincts come out when Tywin Lannister gives him a sword made from Valerian steel. “One of only two in the Capitol,” Tywin tells his grandson, and everyone knows it was forged from Ned Stark’s (And then Robb Stark’s) sword, Ice. And here Joffrey shows his true colors once again, slicing up the book Tyrion gave him and commenting that every time he uses it will be like cutting Ned Stark’s head off all over again. What a little prick he is.

So then we come to the wedding, the end of Joffrey, and a false accusation. After humiliating Tyrion for a good bit of the wedding, completing the theme of cruelty that runs through the episode, and making him his cup bearer, Joffrey keels over and dies from poison. With his dying breath he points to Tyrion who is holding the cup, and looking guilty. Cersei cries out that Tyrion has killed the king and orders the guards to take him away, which they do.

It’s true that Tyrion might have reason to murder his terrible nephew, but I don’t buy it, nor do I think we as the audience are supposed to buy that Tyrion is responsible. He loves his family, even Joffrey, and would not do anything to directly hurt any of them. Cersei’s accusation is a red-herring, and it makes sense for her to make it. She has always had a disdain for Tyrion, and upon seeing him in that compromising position, holding the cup which held the poison, it makes sense that she would think he killed her son. But it wasn’t Tyrion. It was Olenna Tyrell who killed the king.

I think this for several reasons.

One, when she speaks with Sansa, and touches her hair, it looks like she palms something, and then when we see Sansa, it looks like one of the jewels from the necklace is missing on her left side. It’s subtle, and my eyes could be playing tricks on me, but I am pretty sure I am right. Two, Olenna’s comment about killing a man at a wedding, referring to Robb Stark and the Red Wedding in general, would imply that she thinks such things are atrocious, but the way she says it tips her hand, and makes me think that to those who perpetrate such acts deserve what they get. Now this might make her a hypocrite, but I don’t think she cares about that. She is old, and it is clear from last season that she bears no love for Joffrey, or the Lannisters in general. The third reason I have for thinking it was Olenna who killed Joffrey is that she was sitting closest to the last cup of wine he drank from, and therefore had the opportunity to slip the poison in. Five, poison is traditionally a woman’s (or a Eunuch’s) weapon of chocie. And six, the camera is all over Olenna during the wedding scene and the humiliation of Tyrion. It does not linger on her, but it shows her, then moves on, then returns to her. Why would she be such a focus for the camera if she was not responsible, or at least involved in the regicide? And finally, the Fool who gave Sansa the necklace is Johnny on the spot when the murder happens, whisking her away in the commotion and confusion of the moment, presumably to Highgarden, home of the Tyrells, and at the behest of Olenna, who most likely hid the poison in the necklace, and gave it to the fool to give to Sansa, so that she would have easy access to it when the time came. Or maybe she poisoned the cake. After all, she was quite fond of reminding everyone that she paid for the food and drink, but I don’t think she would have poisoned the cake because there was a chance that Margaery would eat some of it too, and I doubt she would want to kill her granddaughter.

So Joffrey is dead, and there is no doubt much rejoicing both in the world of Westeros, and the audience who watches this show and has been waiting for him to get his comeuppance. On one hand, I am glad Joffrey is gone. He was a terrible character, a villain so one dimensional that it was impossible to have any feelings other than hate and resentment toward, but at least you knew what you were getting with him. When Joffrey was on the screen you knew he was going to act terribly. There is some comfort in that because now there is no telling what will happen. In the world of Westeros there always seems to be some cruel and petty tyrant waiting in the wings, Ramsay Snow is a good example, and with Joffrey gone there is no telling who will step in to take his place. Plus, the circumstances of Joffrey’s death mean that things are about to get a lot worse for Tyrion, which I, for one, am not looking forward to.

In the Marvel-verse bad guys wear … green?

I watched a couple of episode of Super Hero Squad earlier today, as well as Lego: Marvel: Maximum Overload.

I enjoyed them.

One thing I noticed is that the villains wear a fair amount of green. There is Loki, Dr. Doom, Mole Man, Fing Fang Foom, The Mandarin, and Abomination, all of whom have green in their costume. Of course, there are villains who do not have green, but they are fewer in number. The prevalence of green on the costumes got me wondering if green was chosen for the villains because of its association with jealousy or envy, or if it was simply just a matter of necessity because green ink was cheap or something and has no greater significance.

It is also fun to note that the majority of the heroes have blue in their costumes. And I wonder if that has something to do with the trust and rescuer nature of the color. Not all of the heroes have blue in their costumes of course, just as not all the villains wear green, but the majority, and yes, the Hulk is green, but he is the exception to the apparent rule that green is the color of choice for villains in the Marvel Universe.

The Dog who was Afraid of the Camera

The dog cowered and shook each time he saw the camera. What made him this way?
Did he have a previous owner who beat him with the camera?
Or did that owner do more sinister things, like dressing the dog up and forcing it to sit still while it got its picture taken?
Did that owner make the dog pose with other dogs, constantly admonishing it to love the camera more?
Was the dog forced to copulate while the owner and others watched on, cheered, and took pictures using big bright flashes?
Was it something else entirely, and if so, what could it be? Could it be the bright light of the flash? Could it be that the camera looks like some weird and dangerous thing? Could it be that the dog understands what is happening and simply does not want its picture taken?

Insomnia, you my only friend

I suffer from insomnia. I have for a long long time. Most of my life actually. It is quite tiresome, if you’ll excuse the pun.

It is the form of insomnia that prevents me from getting to sleep, but once I finally do enter the realm of the Sandman I usually stay there for hours. Of course the problem is that I don’t often have hours to spend sleeping, especially once the sun comes up.

I have read a lot of articles about how to beat insomnia. Such advice includes:
Unplug at least an hour before bedtime
Meditative breathing
Keeping a journal
Making sure the room is as dark as possible (wear an eye mask if the room can’t get completely dark)
Using the bed only for sex and sleep
Get a different mattress or pillow or both
Use a white noise machine
Listen to calming and relaxing music
Set and keep a regular sleep schedule
Don’t over indulge in alcohol

And then there is this article that addresses what to do once you are in bed, but still can’t sleep.

All of these pieces of advice are good ones, and I have had some success with the ones I have tried, which is most of them, but ultimately they end up failing me. Or I end up failing them; I am not sure which. What I am sure of is that the Sandman constantly passes me over on a nightly basis, a most frustrating and bothersome thing.

For a little while I had the insomnia under control. Sure, it was still difficult for me to go to sleep, but it was easier than it had been in a long time. Then something happened, and the insomnia monster reared its ugly head again, coming back tenfold stronger than it ever was. I am not exactly sure what happened, though I have some ideas that I do not want to get into right now, but I am sure that it sucks. In the past three days, I have had one night where I did not sleep at all, was up the whole next day, finally fell asleep around 10 pm, only to wake up at midnight, then finally fell asleep for good at 1am, and last night I was up until about 5 am before falling asleep and then waking up at about 9 am.

Life can be difficult when I get enough sleep, but when I don’t, it gets downright miserable. My tolerance for social interactions lower, as does my patience for people, pets, and pretty much everything. I run the risk of turning into a raging jerk, and while I can that how I am behaving is inappropriate and uncalled for, I am seldom able to muster the energy to reign myself in. Not sleeping makes me short-tempered and easily bothered/angered by things I would normally shrug off.

All of this is to say that insomnia sucks. It sucks. It sucks. It sucks. And in the words of the eels

Trying something new

This post is being written on my nexus 7. I am not sure how I like writing on the touchpad, as I find it strange and somewhat annoying, or at least I have in the other instances where I use it.

I haven’t posted anything for a while and I don’t know if I will post more regularly or not, but of this wordpress app works out, I might get inspired.

Words to take to heart

This message is specifically aimed at teen age homosexuals and lesbians, but I think it transcends that and can be applied to all of us. We all get down. We were all bullied at some point. And I’m sure all of us, at one time or another, thought that life was so terrible it was no longer worth living. But it is my opinion that as much as life can suck (and boy can it) it is worth living. It is worth sticking out to see what comes.
Is there a guarantee that it will get better? Of course not just as there is no guarantee it won’t get worse, but you will never find out if you don’t stick around. We are all important to someone else. We all have people that care about us, even if we do not know it or believe it or realize it. We all have the potential for greatness, but first we have to accept that.

Here is the aforementioned message:
“But now what’s bothering me is these teenaged kids killing themselves because they’re gay, because people are being bullies and fucking people up. I mean we all were too and everything but it seems to be pretty prevalent now and i think because the internet and harassment and the potential is so massive so I’m gonna ask you tonight if you know a gay kid, if you know one just reach out and just go “It’s cool man. God made you beautiful. Grow up so you can make our world better. You’re a gift, you’re a gift!” So please, because Wendy chose her way out and I’m tired of little kids choosing their way out before they fucking even know what love is & how beautiful things are.”
And here is a link to the video where Johnette Napolitano of Concrete Blonde puts said message out there.

A good laugh or a good cry

Have been feeling down lately.
Don’t ask why; I don’t really know.
A lot of frustration and rage has seeped into my life over the past few weeks, insinuating itself into my core.
I do not know why this should be. I really have nothing to be angry or upset about. I am healthy, had a roof over my head, and money to eat. Sure, I don’t have a lot of money, but I can keep myself fed and still have enough to go out and play with my friends.
I need a good laugh or a good cry, but so far I have had neither.
This too shall pass and soon enough I’ll be back to my old loveable, if grumpy, self.
In the meantime, here’s a song.

It’s been a while

I haven’t written on this thing in almost a year, if not longer.
I am not exactly sure why, but I think it’s mostly because I was getting bored with it as I did not feel that I had a whole lot to write about.

The Sharks? This season and postseason were let downs and not very interesting to me so I cannot imagine what it would have been like for the people reading this messy thing I call my blog.

Life? Well, life just isn’t all that interesting. Sure I live in a small town in the Czech Republic, which is, admittedly, a bit of an adventure, but overall my life is pretty mundane. I sleep, I eat, I work, I drink beer, I fool around on the Internet. Sometimes I go on tips. I read. I dabble in writing. Bla bla bla.

So not a whole lot to write about, and not a whole lot of inspiration to find something to write about.

And a good friend of my killed himself last September. I took it hard. Got depressed (like really really depressed, as if this had happened while this was playing as it happened) and didn’t really want to write about that.

I’m not so depressed anymore, but I think I am still trying to process his death. I have a feeling it will be quite a long process, and one which I am not exactly looking forward to.

Umm…let’s see…went to Prague last weekend and hung out with some friends. There was beer and food and walking and general fun all around. I don’t get down there as much as I would like, but that’s where that whole ‘life’ thing comes back around to bite us in the ass and keep us from going where we want when we want. Or maybe it’s ‘we’ who do it to ourselves. Or maybe it’s a combination of the two, or depends on the person. Maybe it doesn’t matter. I’m going with that last one. Oh right, Prague…

I walked around the Troja area by the river and the Zoo. It was beautiful, green and lush and quiet. I asked my friend more than a few times if she was sure we were still in Prague. I was just being a smartass of course, but it seriously did feel as if we had wandered into the forest, kind of like Central Park, a nice green area somewhere in the city.

There is also a Chateau on the trail. We walked around the garden and on the steps but we did not go inside because neither one of us felt like paying, but to be fair we didn’t even go in to see how much it was or if there was an entry fee at all cause that’s how we roll.
There’s also a hedge maze at the palace. We poked our heads in but didn’t delve too far; the wind was kicking up and the rain was on its way. Plus, we were in need of refreshment.

Here is a wikipedia article about the chateau.

And here are a few pictures I took. My touch does not have the greatest quality, but it does the job all right.(Thanks again for the present, sister o mine.)

And we saw some Cygnets but I didn’t get any pictures of them because I was too lazy.

That’s all for now. I do not know if this post signals a return to blogging for me or not. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

The Return of Agent Stahl

A reader left a comment a while ago thanking me for my rage at Ally Walker and her breathing.
It was a nice comment and it made me smile. But why am I writing a post on this? Why didn’t I just respond to the comment and leave it at that?
Here is a link to said post
Well, I suppose it’s because it makes me smile to know other people feel this way and they care enough to search the Internet for like minded rantings, and they happen to stumble upon my infrequent and humble blog and feel moved to leave a comment. It’s a small thing, but it’s cool enough.
Plus, some people still seem to be interested in Agent Stahl and her breathing, because they make up most of the search words people use to find my blog and I hate to disappoint them when they get here and see one or two things about Agent Stahl, and that’s a bit of a shame. Got to give the people what they want, you know.
So in the spirit of that here is Ally Walker doing some really heavy breathing.