Throwback Sunday to GoT S7E02: All the FEELZ

The Verge on S7:02:

  • . . . who can I give a -500 for the utterly ridiculous sequencing of this episode? Jorah is writing Daenerys a rueful love letter, and it’s unclear who is going to agree to mail his toxic germs to the new self-proclaimed Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. He is like a walking 180 pounds of anthrax and very, very sad. But luckily, Sam is now practicing experimental medicine.

Laughing-so-hard-self-is-crying emoji.

Hey, did someone decide to write Gendry out of Season 8 because how come Joe Dempsie is not in Belfast right now, when the rest of the cast is? It’s all the fault of those thousands of people who threw shade on him for his run to Eastwatch. Self’s right arm got so tired from all the blocks she had to do so that her Twitter feed would be Gendry Shade-Free.

Wonder if Joe ever responded to her editor’s request for an interview? If he hasn’t (yet), self will volunteer to do the interview (and hounding) because, hey, she’ll be in London soon. So this interview can be conducted in person. Which means it will be so good, so mind-blowingly good.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

A Student Submits a Piece (Assignment # 2: Create a List)

I.

A woman is hungry. She searches her house and all she discovers is a piece of stale white toast. She takes a bite and discovers it is soaking wet.

II.

A woman’s dryer is full of water. Her first thought is to read the dryer instructions on removing water. She squats down but cannot see/read the instructions around the control button. Suddenly, a stranger is standing right behind her. The woman realizes all she has on are “mini tiny shorts.” She feels naked.

III.

A woman is in “a poorly lit place” having a manicure. She realizes she left her purse in the car. She retrieves her purse, but she finds that the way to the manicure place is now uphill, and she is wearing high platform shoes. The manicurist tells the woman she owes $400.

IV.

A woman is with her son by a pool. It is time for some scheduled pool activity to begin but the boy stays outside the pool, playing and teasing his mother, “for what seems like hours.” The woman begins crying hard.


Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Flower of the Day 2: 15 October 2017

Self has been enjoying participating in Cee Neuner’s Photo Challenges.

The Flower of the Day is happening through October.

For her second post on this Photo Challenge, here’s a close-up of one of the fading hydrangeas on her front porch:

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Hydrangeas, Front Porch: October 2017

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

PEDESTRIANS 2: Iconic, 2017

There’s a theme to the photographs here, self’s second post on The Daily Post’s Photo Challenge of the week, PEDESTRIANS.

  • The Whitney Museum of American Art in New York City:

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  • The Atrium, Robert Lehman Wing, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City:

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  • London Eye, South Bank:

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#amreading Favorite Childhood Book: MISCHIEF IN FEZ, by Eleanor Hoffmann

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While the story-teller’s assistants still beat tom-tom and tambourine to attract listeners, the story-teller himself was looking slyly about to size up the prosperity and generosity of his audience. At last he stood up. The tom-toms rose to final fury, then stopped suddenly.

“One night among nights,” began the storyteller, and the circle became a pool of quiet in the noisy market place. Beggars and judges’ sons leaned forward with equal eagerness.

Mischief in Fez, Chapter 1 (The Household of Muhammed Ali) by Eleanor Hoffmann

Poetry Sunday: J Journal, Fall 2012

First Time for Everything

by Marjorie Power

Lights flash
in my rear view
mirror. I pull over
thinking I must be in the way
But no.

I’ve done
a lot of things
a little bit wrong, so
I don’t argue. Besides, the cop
is cute.

Guilty
or no contest?
I check guilty, start my
written statement. I’ve always loved
to write.

Marjorie Power has had poems in Poet Lore, The Atlanta Review, Fault Lines, Living In Storms, and the Random House Treasure of Light Verse. She lives in Corvallis, Oregon.

More Waiting: Fifth at 72nd

The Daily Post publishes a new Photo Challenge every Wednesday. This coming Wednesday, though, they’re taking a brief break. The next Photo Challenge will be posted next Wednesday, Sept. 20.

In the meantime, the Photo Challenge this week is WAITING.

Self’s nephew William was married yesterday morning, at St. Ignatius of Loyola on Park. Friends and family converged on New York City from Australia, Spain, England, the Philippines (Dearest Mum and all of self’s nephews and nieces, one sister-in-law) and of course other cities in the U.S., including Miami and Houston.

Last night, there was dinner and dancing at the Central Park Boathouse. Self got a Lyft to take her to 72nd and Fifth. Who should she see standing on the corner but a bunch of her Filipino nephews and nieces, all just standing there in very fancy attire. They told self they were waiting for a shuttle. Pictures are blurred because self has very trembl-y fingers.

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Niece and nephews came all the way from the Philippines to attend the wedding of their cousin, William Blackett.

Self’s niece, Maia, is in plum; Maia’s mom, Mia, is in electric blue. Everyone looked fantastic!

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It was a wonderful evening. Weather was just a bit chilly.

William’s sister, Georgina, was the maid of honor. Here she is, all dolled up, just before the start of the event:

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Last night at the Central Park Boathouse

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Fan Fiction: Arya the Assassin

All she had was hot vengeance running through her veins.


Self is pleasantly surprised at how good Arya Assassin fan fiction is.

Most (if not all) of it is rated G and just shows Arya being very ninja-like all over the place.

Revenge stories are the best.

Self would love to be able to write one of her own.

In her exploration of Game of Thrones fan fiction, she’s even stumbled across fan fiction written about Philip II of Spain. Granted, there are only two, but she’s surprised that there are ANY at all.

Are these, self wonders, written by a student who has to write something about Philip II for history class and decides the task will be easier if she can turn Philip II into a character in a fantasy world? If so: points student.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Quote of the Day: Laszlo Krasznahorkai, SEIOBO THERE BELOW

It’s the quote that begins the last story, Screaming Beneath the Earth, p. 447:

We ask nothing of the dragons, and the dragons ask nothing of us.

— Zi Chan

Self finds these quotes pretty droll. For instance, the one that begins The Preservation of the Buddha is “For the greater glory of Our Lord, Jesus Christ.” The entire story is about the Buddha and there is nothing, literally nothing about Jesus Christ.

Krasznahorkai, you savage troll. Not only do you put misleading quotes at the beginning of each story, you force us to read 50-page sentences. How dare you.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

When the Least Qualified Are Related to You

Barreling through Waterloo: The History of Four Days, Three Armies, and Three Battles. Now on pp. 208-209, which features the antics of one of Wellington’s most inexperienced commanders, Slender Billy. Of course Slender Billy is only a nickname. Slender Billy (also sometimes called the ‘Young Frog’), was the 23-year-old Crown Prince of the newly created Kingdom of the Netherlands. Though he had no battle experience, his father, King William I, told Wellington he would only commit the Dutch Army if Slender Billy was given “high command” in Wellington’s army. Which Wellington of course did.

(Earlier, self read about how Napoleon’s siblings were each given positions like King of Spain, King of Whatever even though, to borrow the words from Immortal Ygritte in Game of Thrones, they knew nothing.)

In the afternoon of 18 June 1815, some of Slender Billy’s troops were holding on to the Chateau Hougoumont, “a great house with a walled garden” and several adjacent stone buildings. The Dutch troops were assisted by the British, who were led by a 34-year-old Scotsman, Lieutenant Colonel James MacDonnell. Sometime on 18 June, while battle raged, “Slender Billy ordered the British Guards out of Hougoumont, which he certainly was stupid enough to do, but it is almost inconceivable that MacDonell would have obeyed.”

The point is, there was a big battle fought here that raged all day. Afterwards, when Wellington was asked to identify an “MVP” to receive a special annuity for bravery at Waterloo, he chose Lieutenant-Colonel MacDonnell. And all MacDonnell did, apparently (aside from fight, of course) was close a gate.

Sometime in the afternoon of 18 June, MacDonnell realized that if he and his men did not shut the gate in the north side of the chateau, the attacking French would come pouring into the chateau’s courtyard. In fact, a couple were already IN the courtyard, having already passed through this precise gate.

So MacDonnell and an Irishman (who MacDonnell later insisted should share his annuity) closed the gate. That act turned out to be “the decisive act of the battle” — according, anyway, to Wellington.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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