Another Sunday another Game of Thrones.
We lost Viserion ya’ll.
Come, let’s grieve. And talk Ice Dragons.
Another Sunday another Game of Thrones. In which we are reminded that dragons or not, taking the Seven Kingdoms is gonna be hard.
Can’t believe it’s been another whole year, but Game of Thrones is back! HBO’s adaptation of George RR Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire, with its feuding houses, Stark siblings, a Khaleesi and her dragons, has finally returned. And so have my Monday morning recaps. Like last time (since George hasn’t gotten the The Winds of Winter out yet) I’m completely in the dark. We’re all non-readers now. So then, “Shall we begin?”
As usual the night is dark and full of SPOILERS.
A few words on inspiration, plot and world building in my short story “The Angel of Khan el-Khalili.” A little bit Steampunk. A little bit Cairo. And Angels that grant miracles–of a sort.
With the buzz last month that the late Robert Jordan’s The Wheel of Time is moving forward at Sony Pictures, could we be looking at the most diverse fantasy story (so far) to make its way into popular media?
Maybe. Or maybe not.
As the dice tumble and wheel turns, let’s discuss right quick.
It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. And in 2017, we may need it more than ever. Every February in the United States, the country sets aside 28 (or 29 in a leap year) days to celebrate, discuss and engage Black History. Innocuous enough. And yet Feb. 1st seems to signal the beginning of a 28-day long ritual of whining. How come they get their own month? What about White History Month? It’s a cornucopia of misconceptions and endless micro-aggressive racial faux-pas. And this isn’t just from the usual sky boxes of white obliviousness; there are black people (for instance, the formerly employed Stacey Dash) who wade into the stupid with reckless abandon. In a world where actual white nationalists and Nazi sympathizers have made their way into the higher echelons of the government, and punching Nazis is now up for debate, we should expect that the stupid is going to be extra thick, extra fragile and extra whiny. So here are a few tips to better understand the month: a bit of mental armor for those who have to battle the stupid and for those who might be enticed to engage in the stupid.
This is an updated list from an annual post I’ve done for the last three years. But guess what? It never gets old because the stupid, it yet stirs and redoubles its efforts.
Photo- Gloria Richardson, June 1963. Caption should read, “Nah.”