Ravens are pretty smart and corvids are known to pass along information to each other for generations, like to avoid places where other crows got shot and to attack certain people. I basically just assume a low level mental link between maesters who specialize in ravens, they give them mental pictures of where they…

Poisonous means if you eat it, it makes you sick or kills you. Venomous means the creature has a means of injecting you with venom, which does not necessarily not make you sick if you ate it. So amanita muscaria mushrooms are poisonous, but rattlesnakes are venomous. People drink snake venom all the time, think it's…

So where in the sane to insane continuum is Cersei killing shit tons of Westerosi with wildfire in the biggest cathedral in the city? Because if you want crazy ladies burning people, she's kinda holding the record.

No kidding, linen pillow covers for seven bucks? Can't even buy the yardage for that, plus sewing in zippers makes me stabby.

Oddly enough, in High Valyrian the word that looks like "Juicy" is actually pronounced "Dracarys." Works either way, really. Flame on!

Doesn't Tyrion owe Bronn for something too? Help getting out of King's Landing, right? So no matter how the war goes, Bronn has an advantage in either camp. Good old Bronn, always working the angles. He could end up with TWO castles!

They also showed one determined Dothraki blocked by a flaming wagon, another got distracted by the money on the ground and a couple others hared off after random Lannister troops. He's dressed like a carter, doesn't look like a good prize and he's running like hell and hard to catch. Oh, and the last Dothraki chasing…

Right, the point was that using dragonfire against the CITY and common folk would be the act of a tyrant, but she only used superior fire power against those who are 100% committed combatants. They are absolutely fair game and it's too bad they brought spears to a dragonfight. Oops.

And Bronn going all out to save Jaime's bacon is pure Bronn—all about the self interest. Jaime owes him, dragon's about to toast the pair of them, that's a win/win to jump in the river and take the guy who owes him a castle along with—just in case. I'm sure friendship helped motivate him but he's all about the me…

Dude is freaking Google, he's the NSA and Stasi and the KGB and Mossad and MI-5 all rolled into one itty bitty taciturn and freakish little package. He puts all the little bits of info together and solves the puzzle. Then the rest actually go and fight the campaign.

Think of the show as a tidal wave—crossing thousands of miles of ocean as an innocuous seeming little ripple that builds and builds as it approaches land until it's a huge and fearsome juggernaut that you'd never think to connect to that little bump in the ocean a week ago. Then boom, landfall and destruction and…

What we're watching is the legend, not the documentary. We started this story in the quotidian, watching knights in the lists and finding out the king is a winebibber and watching the squabbles of the children and the like, but as the story progresses the focus pulls back and back and back until we're watching the…

Yes, anybody who works in a stationary location will hear all the gossip of that location eventually, which includes raven messages. Servants in a castle end up knowing everything, especially those who do laundry, serve at table and tend to sick people—they literally know who's fucking who, what everyone's talking…

That's as may be, but he was an attorney in good standing, not a former
attorney working off sanctions from the bar. A regular citizen doesn't
much fear a misdemeanor charge but that same charge to a paroled felon
means going back to prison. Jimmy's in the position of the parolee—he
can't go anywhere near advising…

Right? How about, "Hey, Ben, you seen DR ARMSTRONG around today? No? How about DR SILVER?" I also noted that when the patient was hustling her past Dr Wheeler, the scalpel was not at her neck, but somewhere around her torso. That would be the time to fake a stumble, punch the fucker right in the liver and start…

I've had some luck with mentioning Elmore Leonard—who is not known for being a writer of westerns. Of course, this only works on people who know from Elmore Leonard so sometimes I have to invoke "Get Shorty." Which assumes people have seen it.

And he's such a pent up asshole—that kind of stress gets the old blood pressure up to fire hose levels. I can see him fuming and fulminating and snorting like an annoyed bull calf then *pop* hello aneurysm!

Have you read any Gaiman? Puckishly dark is his go-to mode, not to mention the hyperbole factor. Neil's tongue was firmly in cheek for that comment.

Between this show and Better Call Saul, my cup runneth right the hell over. Yassssss.

Exactly—and it's especially nice because I know damned well that Gillligan will pay off handsomely at every turn with a boffo finish. I trust the writers and producers of this show to do it right so I can just relax and not worry about where it's all going because it's all about the journey. So satisfying!