Thanks for the recommendation—just downloaded the ebook to my Kindle.

Also tangentially related—there’s a story called Gray Matter in Stephen King’s short-story collection Night Shift, in which a guy drinks tainted beer and turns into a malevolent, gelatinous blob. Let’s see if the plaintiff sprouts extra legs and starts shilling for Geiko.

The leg chopping of Bronn’s horse made me yell out loud. It was an effective move, but DAYUM.

I felt really, really bad for the horses in this episode.

Ruthless corporate practices meets squishy body horror? +10 would watch.

Oh, that would be lovely. But if something happens to Brienne, I will be most put out. She’s my favorite character on the show.

I have a yen for Jaime to be the one who kills Cersei. He’s already the Kingslayer — there’s some nice symmetry if he takes down the Queen, who’s also his sister, the mother of his (late) children, and his lover.

Alternatives to “goodbye,” maybe, that presume another meeting at a later time? Like “See ya later” or “TTFN!”? If a 4-year-old said “TTFN!” to me I think my heart would assplode.

I have to disagree, at least in part. Not about The Shining—full agreement there—but about his endings. His early books nailed the dismount. Carrie, Salem’s Lot, The Dead Zone, The Stand, Cujo, Misery—they were all strong from start to finish. Even Pet Sematary, Firestarter and The Tommyknockers, which were cursed…

With a predisposition towards Alzheimer’s on my mom’s side and cancer on my dad’s, I have my exit strategy planned already. If I hit 70 in relative good health, I’ll be way ahead of my expectations.

And also like Pouch.

So many members of 45's cabinet look like live-action versions of Dick Tracy villains.

PREACH.

Oh, I love the old-school, PBS cooking shows. They don’t just read the recipe (I can read darned good on my own, TVM)—they teach you technique. And the hosts aren’t buffed and sanded and polished into mannequins—they’re doughy and round and soft from all the good eatin’ they do.

I admit to being a little disappointed that Mary Lee is the namesake of the Ocearch founder’s mom. I liked to think her name was an homage to this pithy poem courtesy of Cap’n Quint:
“Here lies the body of Mary Lee; died at the age of a hundred and three. For fifteen years she kept her virginity; not a bad record for…

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I’d prefer to define the opposite of “well-curated” as “uncurated,” meaning “wild and free and unconstrained by all your materialistic capitalist bullshit, you pathetic slave to the system.”

I love the gravitas of the voiceover. I wonder how he kept a straight face?

Love THOHH! Another great, scary read is The Woman in Black, by Susan Hill. Oh dear. It’s short so you can read it in one evening, which I did. In October. On a stormy night. By the end of the book I couldn’t get up from the couch—I had the worst feeling that if I moved, something would loom up out of the hallway…

BWP is such a polarizing movie. I saw it with friends when it first came out and it ruined me—I slept with the lights on and wore earplugs for 3 weeks after, and didn’t off-trail hike for a year. The other folks who saw it with me thought it was garbage and teased me mercilessly. But dude standing in the corner?…