Tuesday, May 21, 2019

№ 387. Rants of a Mad, Underwhelmed GOT Fanatic Suffering from Withdrawal Anxiety

EPIC baddies deserve epic deaths! They’ve earned it. Measure for equal measure.

For example:

1. There is no cinematic poetry when Queen Cersei, who was responsible for the beheading of popular Ned Stark, her counterpoint in GOT’s moral fulcrum, would die whimpering in the arms of her lover/brother. Whimpering was so not her. This is the same woman who endured the walk of shame head held high and delivered the kiss of death to Tyene. Shame. To be buried under the rubble of the Red Keep was not her lot. She deserved more! For all the pain she caused, it is karmic symmetry for her to have a catastrophic end. That queen b*tch deserved a dire, nuclear destruction! Destruction that’s on the scale of the bombing of the Great Sept of Baelor. Shame. “Dracarys!” Missandei cried before Cersei cut off her head in front of the Dragon Queen / best friend and her barfy BaeWorm. DRACARYS it should have been! I can picture it now: crouched in the middle of the Red Keep’s map room, in tight, resigned embrace: the ashes of the lionine twins, dissipating, with just their golden manes floating in the snow of dust. Cue in GOT theme in four voices.

2. Deus ex Arya? Nah! I would have wanted the Night King torched by dragon fire.  Torched by, not one, but two ! (insert Count Dracula laugh track) So ok, fine, Drogon’s wasn’t enough. I agree with that. He’s too formidable and pivotal a nemesis to kill with just one magical creature. But to shatter because of Valyrian steel? C’mon! He lanced Viserion from the sky then resurrected it from the icy waters north of the wall. He also smirked and walked away from Drogon's pyrrhic breath! He’s surely more unbreakable than death by a simple prick of that pointy end. But with Rhaegal joining in the fun, after disposing of his blue-eyed brother Viserion, the Night King would have made a really toasty zombie! Apocalypse for the mighty undead who marched to annihilate the living with eternal winter. No less. See? Epic death.

3. Arya deserved a literal stab at Cersei’s manipulative heart. It would have been sweet justice. It would even out the score in the first season when she witnessed her father’s ignoble death. Plus, Cersei was on her list. At least, let her tick the murder off that. Arya earned it. She trained for it. She bled for it for how long? Seven seasons! And then while nearing the top kill on her hit list, only to turn back after being told off by Sandor. Was that a Jedi mind trick, Clegane? And, was the Night King even on her list?!

(To be continued)

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

№ 386. Gaming GOT

"Next week promises to bring the Battle of Winterfell and plenty of bloodshed; the function of battle episodes is to test, strengthen, and shake up character dynamics. If Thrones’ main couple were more convincingly committed to each other, “A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms” could have given elegant voice to a central question in advance of that fight: When humanity looks death in the face, will they think about love in opposition to destiny, or love as destiny? For Episode 3, fans will have to look to characters beyond Jon and Daenerys to see that tension meaningfully played out."

How the empire of the dead will be routed would be the mother of all battles. Or maybe not. There's still the Iron Throne to be won after the face off with the Night King.

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

№ 382. Waking Up to Binary Dreams 2018

The digital world’s emphasis on speed inhibits reflection; its incentive empowers the radical over the thoughtful; its values are shaped by subgroup consensus, not by introspection. For all its achievements, it runs the risk of turning on itself as its impositions overwhelm its conveniences.


Saturday, December 15, 2018

№ 381. Forecast for Our Dust Mote

This excerpt from Sagan's book Pale Blue Dot was inspired by an image taken, at Sagan's suggestion, by Voyager 1 on February 14, 1990. As the spacecraft left our planetary neighborhood for the fringes of the solar system, engineers turned it around for one last look at its home planet. Voyager 1 was about 6.4 billion kilometers (4 billion miles) away, and approximately 32 degrees above the ecliptic plane, when it captured this portrait of our world. Caught in the center of scattered light rays (a result of taking the picture so close to the Sun), Earth appears as a tiny point of light, a crescent only 0.12 pixel in size.

"Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam."
--- Carl Sagan

Friday, November 2, 2018

№ 380. Pluck the Day While It is Ripe

A Bigger Splash by David Hockney  

Ask not ('tis forbidden knowledge),
what our destined term of years,
Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your Babylonish seers.
Better far to bear the future, my Leuconoe, like the past,
Whether Jove has many winters yet to give, or this our last;
This, that makes the Tyrrhene billows spend their strength against the shore. 
Strain your wine and prove your wisdom;
life is short; should hope be more?
In the moment of our talking, envious time has ebb'd away.
Seize the present; trust tomorrow e'en as little as you may.