Game of Thrones. A synopsis.

This post contains spoilers.  It is a summary of the first half of the first season of Game of Thrones. Please do not read unless you want things spoiled.  Let's jump like a small boy climbing a wall and peering through random windows...

We Can Do this the Easy Way or the Hard Way. Okay, Cupid?

I'm back, bitches!!!!!!!

I'm sorry.  That was uncalled for vulgarity.  It won't happen again.  Mostly because I'm lazy and it's hard to say if I will return to regular writing.  But I'm going to try.  For realz this time.

There is soooooooo much to talk about.  So many things have happened in the year since my last post.  Like... um... there was... uh... the... thing with the... economy and... the... um... environment...

I saw this when I looked out my window this morning.  So, yeah, I guess that's something.

Anyway, yeah, there's a Republican primary.  And some black kid got shot for wearing a hood (irony much?)  Those are important.  But I'd rather talk about me instead.  So get ready for shameless self-indulgence after the JUMP!

Judge Not Lest Ye be... Praised?

This is going to be a slightly more serious entry.  Apologies.  Here, I take an extended sabbatical and then repay the patience of those of you who waited out my self-boycott by gifting you a decided lack of humor.  I don't mean to kick you when you are down, I really don't.  I just can't help it.  You're so easy to kick.  All the way down there, right next to my feet.

Also, dinner wasn't ready... AGAIN.

For those of you who had not heard, a BYU player was recently dismissed from his basketball team for having sex with his girlfriend.  There are so many, many things that upset me about this.  So many aspects I can criticize.  I could easily write 2-3 entries on it and, you know what, I will.  Because it's my fucking blog.  My first major issue with all this after the jump.

Government IV: The People, Bye The People

So.  There was a State of the Union address last night.  Did you watch it?  I did not.  I've made it a goal in my life to avoid as many State of the Union (or SOTU, as the kids call them) addresses as possible.  By and large, they are worthless.  They are dull, elongated diatribes full of empty affirmations and vapid reassurances broken up only by the excessive and excruciating pause lines.  I've watched dog shows as well and the only functional difference between the two is that I've rarely found myself saying, "Awwwwww.  Look at that cutey face!" during a SOTU address.

Whose a big pwesident?  Whose a big pwesident?  You are!  Yes you are!

Today, our office also tried to place an order for some laptops.  To see how these two matters are related... infuriatingly, ridiculously related, continue reading after the jump.