Today was going to be my morning to sleep in, but then I woke up and started updating Franke’s fucking blog…or rather she did. Um, the farce is up.
And then I got to thinking about all of the things I’ve been wanting to write about, one of them being Game of Thrones, and decided that this morning, my thoughts don’t feel like they’re hitting a concrete wall, as they have been for the past few days. So I might as well get some of them out now.
On a side note, before I begin, I’m always embarrassed to post stills from the show, because they are so ugly aesthetically. Kind of like posting official photos from the Royal Wedding.
Now, at first, I was kind of bored by Game of Thrones Season 2. There was a lot of groundwork to do in the narrative, and it was fucking boring. But then, the past four episodes, I think that it’s really picked up. Game of Thrones, the HBO version, is here to stay, and I think that fans can be hopeful that if George RR Martin dies of obesity (is that mean?) before he finishes the books, then David Benioff and D.B. Weiss could do a pretty good job wrapping up the mess he created in Book Five. Or at least a better job than that guy who ghost wrote the last few Robert Jordans.
So, if you’re a true fan of the books, then you know that the show has taken quite a few licenses with the narrative. Robb Stark is dating an Arabian Nights kind of hussy with a great ass rather than a diminutive little lake lady? Nice. Tywin Lannister and Arya Stark find common ground at Harrenhal? I like it. Jamie gets set free by Catlyn way before he should have? I didn’t like it, but I’ll accept it if someone cleans him off and puts him in a hot bitch’s bed.
The narrative changes probably make people angry—I’ve been so busy keeping track of Diane Kruger’s ballgowns at Cannes that I haven’t read a single episode recap from this week, or any weeks—but I’m enjoying them, because it makes watching the show exciting. It’s kind of like when you’re a super nerd, and you read a big fantasy series, and then you spend your Friday nights in those storyboard chat rooms, writing alternate endings. Like pretending that you’re Daenerys Targaryen, and shit, and having really dirty sex with Jorah Mormont, who is also a real person pretending, so it’s kind of like you’re having Internet chat room sex, only its better, because you’re a queen.
Or, for me, it’s kind of like when I have fantasy novel themed dreams, where I’m one of the characters in a book doing shit doesn’t happen in the books, and then I wake up, and want to know what happens, but can’t, because I can never return to the dreamland, not unless I get a key or whatever from the Warlock down the street who looks like a homeless man but is actually the most magical man in Brooklyn.
Anyway, I think you get my point, but probably not. In any case, if you’re not watching Game of Thrones, you should invest the time in it, because it’s good, even if you don’t like fantasy, and even if you haven’t read the books.
