I love the movie for pointing me to the book. It's also, oddly, the only Lynch movie I've ever liked.

Isn't it self-evident that Oprah and Great Job, Internet! are one in the same.

Any mage worth a damn seeds their astral pocket with prestigious god corpses. Once your githyanki farms establish themselves, you can sustainably harvest until you're bored or need to compensate for lingering insecurities.

It is common for serious artists to spend hundreds of dollars on colored pencils. A $10 mechanical pencil exposes him for the starving artist he is. I hope some day he stops insulting his muse with sub-par tools.

Which "we" are you again? There's so many to keep track of…

I thought he made masks of their face with his feces…

I know I always get infuriated when minorities write white people. Writers must always stick with what they know, and all you can ever know is what you are.

No, the trees failed to fruit despite his promise otherwise.

I always found one spouse kills the other to take another baby step on the path of either godhood or crafting a magic item.

Technically, the clit is a woman's cock. She's allowed to demand people to suck it, but asking someone to choke on it is stretching our imaginations too far.

No post should be aborted because its innards are missing or dribbling out your ear! Every stray thought needs to be set free into the air so, at the very least, they can sprinkle down through the layers of the internet, feeding everything from coherent thoughts to shit posts to conspiracy theorists along its…

The Night's King will make a bee-line to Robb's corpse so he can have a wolf-headed champion. Robb's Dire Jaws are the key to winning the Iron Throne.

Congratulations, Tommen!

I agree that Westeros and Essos are on the brink of a sudden continental collision, untying the Meereen knot in one fell swoop. Can't wait for GRRM to adopt that gem from the TV show.

A man must wade through all the guesses to stitch together the Unifying Theory to unite the books and show in a seamless narrative for now and all time.

We can all agree that spelling a third way, like "Yewer", would help curve the escalation of this Grammar War.

There is a magical realm on all our rumps where the laws of physics are thrown out the window. Evolution is free to dabble in abominations there, and they are all burrowing through our colon to hijack our brains. The only thing keeping them at bay is the intestine's copious array of constantly evolving biological…

It'd made more sense for the High Sparrow to throw Lancel under that bus. Pyrrhic victories are the sweetest.

Jaime didn't rape his sister. His golden hand did. And his penis, who was likely blackmailed by said golden hand.

Yeah, they should give us more Beric Dondarrion instead. I've missed him and Thoros so much.