I hate you so fucking much, GRRM. So fucking much.
I just read that part of A Storm of Swords. If you haven’t read it, immediately point your mouse to that x on either your right or left, depending on which OS you’re using.
The National: You know I dreamt about them for too many years before I found them
I’ve been tweeting so much about The National as of late that I think I’m about to drive my followers insane with my incessant declarations of love. But I can’t really fucking help it; their music is just that fucking fantastic. It really does kill me how many years I’ve wasted not taking the time to listen to their albums. I still feel that way no matter how inconsistent I find their self-titled debut album. Because Boxer is a goddamn masterpiece. And so is High Violet.
AND THIS SONG IN THE VIDEO UP THERE. I cannot emphasise enough how I can’t get enough of Slow Show. It honestly gives me so many feelings and emotions and all of it is just so fucking beautiful. I just want to be in a committed relationship with it and talk about raising children and growing old together.
Stuff that brought you here but did not find: Josh Hutcherson edition
I realise that people come to my blog, hoping to find some answers that aren’t here. Hence, I’m going to be a GGG and as regularly as I can, help you out, amigo to amigo, fangirl to fangirl/boy. I’m going to respond to the JHutch-related ones first though because I’m procrastinating on completing my assignments right now and I have to keep this quick.
I’m not listening to anyone accusing this of being an excuse to blog about Josh.
April bringeth GAME OF THRONES and THE AVENGERS; fangirls/boys rejoice.
Brace yourself. April is here. With it, come the long awaited Game of Thrones and The Avengers.
SPARTACUS: VENGEANCE // Doing season finales right.
Now, I don’t warn for spoilers all that often because I think the sidebar of this blog suffices but, yes. I cannot stress enough how much you should not be reading this if you have not watched the season finale of Spartacus: Vengeance, particularly if you have not watched the show at all and are planning to do so in the not too distant future. For those of you who have not the least bit of an inclination to watch Spartacus, I question your life choices. Because this, good sirs, is masterly television.
For the record, approach both this show and this post with caution: potentially triggery graphic violence.
Josh Hutcherson: Real or not real? The answer is NOPE HE’S NOT REAL. And neither is Jennifer.
As evidenced by my Twitter feed, my fangirl heart is still very much occupied by The Hunger Games, so I would like to talk about my feelings for the series. I have a lot of them. Alas, there is no time in the world to discuss ALL of them (that would probably take a whole thesis-length entry that consists mainly of terrible bread puns and keysmashes). But there will definitely be Josh Hutcherson in this post so fair warning to all you non-believers! Pfft, non-believers. Next they’ll be telling me they don’t like chocolate and fluffy kittens and/or Corgi puppies.
Well, I do believe it has been a new year, but still…
I make sense of the world through fiction. Or at least, I regard fiction as a form of escapism. And let’s be real, I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in this. But in trying to do so, I find that I’m trapped in a continual loop that always brings me back to this fact:
