Umm, self simply cannot let go of this “Game of Thrones” Jamie Lannister/ Brienne of Tarth thing! So, until self gets to a really interesting, quotable part of The Portrait of a Lady, by Henry James (she managed to breeze through Little Heathens, the remaining 150 pages, which were all about milking, walking to school in deep snow, etc) – which might, actually, already have happened, because in the very first paragraph of the Preface, James reveals that he wrote this novel over three months in Florence and several weeks in Venice! And what self wants to know is: How can anyone get any writing done in Italy? That country is the buzz-kill of all buzz-kills! In the future, she will only go if she wants to eat. And eat. And eat –
Back to “Game of Thrones” things. And all the wee digressions leading there-to.
Self fell asleep right after The Man got home. It’s like, everything inside her builds and builds, and then The Man gets home, and she is all normal again.
So, she was all normal ten minutes after The Man got home. He decided to walk The Ancient One, because it was hot enough. Seriously, what’s with this weather? It was cold all the way until 3 p.m., and then it became scorching hot. This is definitely not the kind of weather pattern self enjoys.
In fact, self was so normal, she fell asleep. For six straight hours. She vaguely remembers The Man asking her where the trash can in the bathroom was. She vaguely remembers telling The Man that she made his dinner: ravioli with every left-over in the fridge chopped up and sprinkled on top. With minced oregano from the garden.
Then, self woke at midnight, feeling completely energized and ready to get started with her day. So she naturally continued her internet explorations of Jamie Lannister and Brienne of Tarth (She has no intention of reading the books, mind you. Which makes her a total Philistine. Stop reading right now!) And now she has stumbled on a site called winteriscoming.net. And here is an excerpt from an interview that FaB and three other journalists conducted with the intrepid pair, March 21 of this year. It’s very, very entertaining:
FaB: You were very muddy through all of last season.
Nikolaj: That doesn’t change though.
FaB: Nothing? No bathing? No one’s thought to wash you down . . . ? Give you a bath . . . ?
FEEL FREE TO MENTALLY INSERT THE SLY MICHAEL MYERS DR. EVIL RAISED PINKIE LOOK I WAS GIVING BOTH OF THEM.
Nikolaj (after a casual shrug): Maybe we . . . might have a bath. At some time.
Terri catches on quickly, leaning forward, and asks, “May we say there could be bathing in season three? Or . . . is that in future seasons . . . ? This . . . POTENTIAL bath . . . ?”
Some polite coughing ensues. But I cannot stress enough how each reporter is now . . . slowly . . . beginning . . . to lean forward. We’re so eager!
Gwendoline (casually): I think everyone washes. Don’t they?
Terri has the tail of a fish and refuses to let go, saying, “In the woods? Do they? I guess there are streams (innocently). Maybe . . . “
Nikolaj (smiling casually): I think Jaime would love a bath.
Everyone in the room pretty much agrees that yes, yes he would. And yes, a bath would be a good thing.
And there’s more! But for the rest of the interview, you will just have to go here.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.