This post will be talking about Game of Thrones and specifically the institution of the Night’s Watch. If you haven’t read the books or watched the show, then spoilers will be throughout.
For thousands of years the Wall has stood as a glacial barrier between the Seven Kingdoms and whatever forces lurk in the far north. For presumably an equal duration the Night’s Watch has manned the Wall, vigilantly alert against the fall of the next Long Night.
If you’ve wandered into this post without knowing who Hodor is, then you probably have not seen much of HBO’s Game of Thrones or read A Game of Thrones, the first novel that the show is based on. That’s cool, all are welcome. But it’d probably be best if you not read this particular post, and instead checked out the show and then came back fully informed. Because I’ll be talking some spoilery details.
Just know that Hodor is a beloved character in a series that has at least one thousand characters. (Many of them not nearly as charming and exemplary as Hodor.) Now, shoo.
Hodor!
Anyone who is still here either knows all about our gentle giant, or is willing to be spoiled.
Fair enough.
Fans of the HBO series Game of Thrones (or fans of the book series it’s based on) will no doubt be familiar with the character of Melisandre of Asshai. She’s pretty memorable.
I’m memorable because I’m hot. But not as hot as the people I arrange to be set on fire. That’s legit hot.
Some pretty interesting stuff happened in the most recent season involving Melisandre, and I’m going to be talking about that. So if you’re not caught up on her story, you’ve been warned.
This post will be talking about Lord Eddard “Ned” Stark, from the HBO television show Game of Thrones (and prominent in the source material, George RR Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire.) If you don’t know who Ned Stark is, just know that he’s awesome and a big damn hero. Then go read the books and/or watch the show.
Big damn hero? I’m just an ordinary man, trying to do right by his family. And his king. And the realm. And the North. And my dead sister. And honor. And my [redacted] Jon Snow. There are probably some other competing interests that I’m forgetting.
As the title suggests, this post will be covering Game of Thrones, specifically the quality of the armed (in some cases, hired) help. If you’re not caught up with the sixth season, then be warned that I will be talking spoilery plot points that had sweeping political ramifications.
Prince Doran: It is fortunate for me that I have a cadre of vigilant guards to protect me from spoilery plot points with sweeping political ramifications.
Ellaria: Oh Doran! You’re adorably naive.
Usually, I’d say that the only problem with having guards on Game of Thrones is not having enought of them…
If you don’t know who Karstarks or Starks are, you’ve somehow stumbled across a post about Game of Thrones, which is a show on HBO based on an unfinished series of books by this excellent author, George RR Martin. If you’ve not watched the show (or read the books, I guess) then this post will be spoilery.
Ptui! Southerrrn Softie Spoilerrrs!
Starks, Karstarks. What’s in a name?
One of the more interesting and understated characters on HBO’s Game of Thrones is Roose Bolton, the Lord of the Dreadfort.
Lord of the Dreadfort? No need to be so formal. Addressing me as “Warden of the North” will be sufficient to keep your skin on your back. Mostly.
Usual spoiler warnings apply: One cannot talk about Roose Bolton without dropping massive spoilery details for the series.
This post will be about a rather minor character on Game of Thrones, Hizdahr zo Loraq. I won’t be holding back any details on his story arc, so if you’re not caught up (and are really invested in this character) I’ll be spoiling details about him (and other stuff as well, I guess.)
Okay, lets talk about Hizdahr.
This post will be talking about HBO’s Game of Thrones in general, and specifically about Queen Cersei Lannister. She had a pretty eventful season recently on the show, and if you’re not caught up on Game of Thrones, maybe you should stop reading and start watching episodes.
Yes. Do go away.
Cersei Lannister. The Girl On Fire. (Or rather, the queen who arranges the fire.)
Happy New Year, everyone!
Even though I mostly blog (endlessly) about Game of Thrones or movies, or post my (vaguely ridiculous) monthly MicroStory collections, the onset of a new year allows for some reflection on the previous one.
Sometime in 2016 (I forget exactly when) I was in a bad mood. I was frustrated about something, and rather than overtly acting out, I sketched a picture of me yelling on the back of some scrap paper that was probably being used for my daughter’s math homework. (This might be a clue in regards to what I was frustrated about.)
(Look, I make no pretensions towards being an artist.)
I Can't Possibly Be Wrong All the Time 