To be fair, one of their collective PhD's is in "Parapsychology".
Ex Luthor
rroodhouse
Man, Grand Maester Pycelle was really careless with his grails back then.
My spoon is too big.
Well, Um, ok. Cool. Rob I love you and all, but this article title sort of eliminates any incentive to have any kind of meaningful post discussion (one of the loveliest aspects of io9, if you ask me). And that sort of makes me not like the post, despite its good, largely-reasonable points.
Somebody's going to get stomped on, upon losing the Game of... Games.
err... Captain Oceania?
D'oh!
Well played!
Now playing
It stinks! It stinks! It stinks!
Can't sleep... clown will eat me. Can't sleep... clown will eat me.
In the end, it was the dragon's lecture on Byzantine architecture, not his fiery breath, that dissuaded the heroes from attacking his stronghold. Offerings of sheep would continue for now, lest more warriors lose their firstborn to the calamitous combination of shoddy roofs and airborne fire-drakes.
Yeah... Bran's story really doesn't have any legs.
Sounds like someone's going to have the Jimmy Legs!
If you want to play that game... guess what came before the X-Files? Yep.
I was thinking about the Cranston Continuity Canon of Underpants. But I like that addition.