I've never been big into the whole May The Fourth Be With You. Guess I'm not that geeky, but StarWars fans shouldn't be denied their holiday.....even though it's not as cool as Aliens Day.
Today is also a sad day, as another member of the Beastie Boys (MCA) died of cancer. And the dude was only 47 years old. Seems like we're losing a lot of musical talent in 2016. Really hope it's not a trend that's going to continue.
I'm bored and at home. I'll write more, I assure you. But now some food for thought: if abortions are murder, does that mean using a condom is kidnapping?
It’s that time of year again. April—Game of Thrones premiere. And we are finally on season 6 of 8. Originally I had thought that HBO signed for 7 seasons, as did everyone else. But recently media has told us there will be 8 seasons, albeit the last one much shorter than the previous years.
What are your thoughts? Does Jon Snow indeed die? My theory is that he has died, but he will be resurrected in some way. Rumor has it that Snow is Rhaegar Targaryen’s son with Lyanna Stark. And he’s a warg, like the rest of the Stark children. I think a fire priestess will give him the kiss of fire, making him alive in a Beric Dondarrion fashion. So yeah I believe Jon Snow will be back. I also think Tyrion Lannister is half Targaryen, and indeed not Tywin’s biological son. But that’s just me.
I really don’t know what my expectations for the upcoming season are. I could be very wrong about all my theories too. And to be honest, I’d be pleasantly surprised if I were.
Last season left off with Sansa disappearing from Winterfell and Ramsay Bolton (the bastard of Bolton), with Theon Greyjoy. Dany disappeared into the Dothraki grasslands with Drogon. And Queen Cersei did the walk of shame through King’s Landing for all her sins. Man, and they cut her hair. Her hair was her thing, you had to admit. And good ol’ Tyrion has joined the Khaleesi’s ranks.
Speaking of Cersei, Lena Headey is going to be at Motorcity Comic Con in May. So I’ll be getting her autograph because let’s face it, this year she is the only person worth seeing at Comic Con. Years back my roomie, Jennifer, and myself met Jason Momoa there. Heather got a hug and an autograph…because that’s how Heather rolls. Wish I were as much of a pimp as her.
I'm trying to think about what my first post should be about. I've actually spent hours thinking of something witty to write. But now it's early Monday morning, and I'm at a complete loss. One of my friends (from the crew) is texting me. They have a lot of shit on their plate right now. A lot of unsettled feelings and distress. Maybe actually too much for this person to handle. At least what I gather is that they're lost and looking for a way out of the current situation. And the only thing I can really do is be there to "listen", in this case, read. Because that's what a friend does, right? What this friend doesn't realize is this: sometimes I am the bane to my own existence. I think every person is like that though. All I can do is sit here and try being that one person in their corner until the storm passes.
Why is life always so much drama? I hate drama with a passion. It's just too much. When real life becomes an every day soap opera, I'm out. Fuck that shit.
Anyway that's all for now. Check back later. And happy hunting.