That sounds like something out of Iain M Banks’ Surface Detail, for a wild guess.

Why the scare quotes? He made actual, provable, he-lives-in-another-world lies. Repeatedly. Unnecessarily. Indulgently. He also did the gibberish thing more than is comfortable. And seems to believe that firing on an adversary’s military vessel and destroying it will some how not lead to war.

Well, do the polls smell conspicuously of poop?

The joke is that for the few people who remember Third Eye Blind’s biggest single, they only remember it as “the crystal meth song”. And that’s when they peaked, so it was downhill after that. You are of course correct that the vast majority of bands and music artists will never even achieve that level of success…

Well, I’m glad, but that renders the comment you made that I responded to a rather odd one, since you were talking all about protecting life and property and so-forth, which quite clearly don’t apply in this situation.

Is this some kind of newfangled preemptive self-defense? He caused the engagement, he grabbed the weapon, he rushed to the car, he yelled orders at the occupants. On a public road. The only self-defense going on was the kids reacting to a psycho brandishing a weapon in their face.

They were on a public street and he was in his house; he was neither plausibly protecting his life or his property.

The only reason we find the sub-lightspeed journey times daunting is because of our general life expectancy; commiting to an interstellar voyage for humans is more or less committing to your whole life and quite possibly many future generations of offsprings’ lives to the journey. To a sequoia tree, on the other hand,…

Almost certainly not solidly enough to have his plans concern them in any way. The only people who believe it even a little bit are people who have actually spent time at the wall recently, Tyrion being perhaps the one person he could have directly talked to who does believe more-or-less in the white walkers, insofar…

Besides leaving out Theon, which everyone else has covered, there’s always the possibility of Rickon warging into Ramsay’s hounds and ordering them to eat him. I like that option.

To be fair, there’s traffic on 95N in Connecticut from Stamford through the New Haven split. Traffic at 2:30 in the effing morning. Traffic that would cause Gods to cry and devils to weep in envy.

If it’s pretty enough to serve as the bucolic childhood wonderland of Wes Anderson’s imagination, it’s pretty enough for anyone.