That show makes me happy and it makes me even happier when I learn that the bakers are still friends.  

I’m not even bothered that she survived. I’m bothered that she continued to run around and fight after she was wounded. You don’t have your stomach muscles severed and a sword wiggled around on your insides without needing to lay down for a little while. 

Now I’m reminded of why I’ve never re-read that book, either. 

That’s got to be photoshopped, right? 

I actually kind of approve of that method over the butterfly-and-tie or make-a-slit-in-the-side methods of chicken filling. What I don’t approve of is how dry everything looked - especially those potatoes. Drizzle that shit with some olive oil, already.

Yep. It’s a pep rally. Maybe it’s a sillier-than-usual pep rally but it’s not all that out of the ordinary.

It’s one of the few early King novels that I didn’t read over and over. I probably read Salem’s Lot about 5 times in the few years after it came out but I’m not sure I read Pet Sematary more than once.  

But he’s only died the once. Hasn’t Dondarion died a bunch of times? Maybe the effects are cumulative?

There’s this weird thing in Outlander fandom where people are mad because there aren’t enough sex scenes with Claire & Jamie. These idiots are completely failing to consider that maybe Caitriona Balfe & Sam Heughan don’t want to do them because they’d have to be nude and sex scenes are inherently uncomfortable and…

Killing him would render all of the speculation and mystery around his parentage a total waste of time.  That alone convinced me that he was only mostly dead.

This is going to sound weird, but sandwiches with a combined spread of mayo & mustard taste different from a sandwich with a layor of mayo and a layer of mustard. I have no idea how this bizarre alchemy works, but it’s real. 

Yeah, nothing on this show has upset me as much as seeing Shireen burned alive.  The terror on that child’s face as she realized what was happening to her just did me in.  I mean, I know it’s fiction, but still.  That wasn’t something I ever wanted to see.

The important thing is your inherent superiority for being among the group that stayed in town (contributing to gentrification and the displacement of the poor) rather than being part of the non-trendy philistines who moved to the suburbs.

So you care more about food than the people in your life. I’m glad I’m not your friend.

Those would be bad friends. And there’s no evidence that she will only eat at places that suck.  She is described as “not adventurous” not “a complete culinary philistine.”  

Take him to the vet and have his thyroid checked.

You need to give it the magic shake that re-distributes the food evenly across the bottom of the bowl.  That actually fools my non-very-bright yet inexplicably adorable cat. 

I call them things. “Hi honey. I bought a thing of Game of Thrones Oreos at the store.”

*raises hand*

I don’t actually think it’s assholish, but apparently a lot of people here do and I was trying to communicate with them.