I kind of wish Sansa and Arya’s conversation had gone like this:

As someone who has delt with moderate-severe ulcerative colitis for years and more recently lost 90% of her colon to cancer, I think I could make ample use of a sad poop emoji.

Everyone needs a Davos around to talk them up.

Didn’t Kit Harington and Emilia Clarke date briefly, early in the series? Maybe there’s some unresolved issues there.

We had an ongoing issue near where I live regarding a guy who bought a cottage on the beach, right next to a busy public beach.

They’ll rip up the rail ties to line their gardens and driveways, and then turn the rail corridor into jogging trails.

I lived about two blocks from the train station in my home town growing up that whistled every day around 6am and 4 pm. I’ll admit, I get misty whenever I hear a train whistle.

The residents of an area in my hometown bugged the town to build a wall to block out the sound of trains.. which had the effect of bouncing the sound around so that other neighborhoods (who had the foresight NOT to building next to a railroad track) had to deal with the noise.

I wish more people understood this about different neighborhoods.

Yep, the same thing. I remember in the interview he gave with the CBC he said one of the hardest things in the beginning was when they started rehearsing for the Man Machine Poem tour, he had to start using a teleprompter. He’d forgotten all the lyrics. Lyrics he’d written and had been singing for 30 years.

He’s still…

Stage one whiner. I didn’t know there was a term for it.

Sorry. That was uncalled for. I’d delete but I can’t find any way to do that.

This is really weird, but I feel a little personally betrayed that John McCain has the same kind of brain cancer as Gord Downie.

I also think that Sansa knows that Littlefinger is going to try and cause a rift between her and Jon, so she’s playing that up by making LF think he’s getting his way, but really she’s supporting Jon by making him put his foot down against her in front of houses.

I was so self-concious (I, like many teens, was under the false impression I was terribly fat, since I wasn’t stick-thin) that it took every ounce of courage for me to actually wear it, especially since *gasp* some of my belly showed. But I loved it so much I had to get over it.

Clothing was pretty much the ONLY thing my mom and I fought about (albeit not ALL the time.. she was cool about it for times when I was hanging out with my friends, but other times...)

I had a brown military jacket. I don’t know how to describe it.. it was like the typical khaki M.A.S.H. style army jacket teens usually wear.. this was an officer’s uniform type thing.. very formal. I likes to pair it with band t-shirts and this godawful plaid-floral skirt I had that looked like a table cloth.

Fun fact. One my favorite articles of clothing from my teens was a pair of GIANT brown corduroys. They were serious about three sizes too big. I’d wear them with one of those woven belts that would never stay properly tied.

I’m going to Blondie and Garbage too! I’m taking my mom. I’m so excited. We’re both seeing our music/fashion idols.