I'm Excited: Game of Thrones

I am so stinking excited this show will be back March 31st. Happy Easter from Westeros, people. 

I plan on being full of birthday cake and treating myself to an Easter beer that night in honor of the show. 

I've been so disappointed since I finished the last book written in the series. I read through them like a starving person consuming a turkey leg. So fast I didn't even bother to find out that the series wasn't finished and that I would have to wait an indefinite amount of time to get to the next book. 

I'm convinced George R.R. Martin will die (it would just be my luck)  before he finishes and I'm so damned upset about it. Please don't let him die! 

I read a couple of his other books, and they are good, too. But not the same. I want this story. I have invested hours of my life reading these books. And if you've seen them, you know what kind of time I have invested. 

Re-reading the third book may be a good idea before the show re-starts. 

One of my favorite parts about reading the books is spoiling the show periodically for my husband. He asks a question and I gladly divulge the answer like the expert that I am. 

Here's the extended trailer for the upcoming season:

Game of Thrones trailer

I can't wait to see the subtle differences between the show and the books. That's one of my favorite parts of reading books and watching the shows/movies. That's just how my literature-fueled mind works. 

My favorite characters, on the show and in the books. 

Tyrion.

 I love the IMP, bitches. He is cold, calculating, and cunning. And somehow, he is kind behind all of that. This season will not disappoint. I expect more kindness and more cruelty than ever. 

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Araya Stark:

This little girl's spirit thrills me. She is fearless and tough. Her adventures this season will be amazing as she travels across Westeros. 

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Daenerys Targaryen:

She never ceases to amaze me. She's strong and vibrant and slightly insane, just like her ancestors. Her dragons! They will be larger this season and she will make herself a queen, with an army behind her. 

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There is so much I'm looking forward to this season. I feel like HBO is the Easter Bunny, bringing me a favorite show for my basket!

This Week In Review

This week has been far from the best of weeks. The kiddo turned two and then started puking in bed. She is only just better today from the fever and the best thing happened last night: she started coughing. I hope it isn't going to be one sickness on top of the other for us. 

So that sucked. Then, while the kiddo was still sick, Sassy had to have her mastectomy. That was lovely. The incision was larger than I anticipated but they did let us go ahead and bring her home that night instead of waiting until the next day. She had to stay confined, however, and it was so sad. She was high on pain meds and hissing and growling at the floor basically. Yesterday, she tried to get in our bed and missed the first time. We'll have the pathology back sometime next week when we get the stitches out, but for now, all seems good. She's sore, but she's an old lady who just had a mastectomy, so that's to be expected. 

Ol' Seven Tits

While I was on the way to pick up Sassy, I returned a phone call from my mom. Who informed me that the police had had to be called on my brother, again. He had taken too much of something, was acting a fool and hitting his wife. He was taken to jail, then taken to the hospital, where he refused the charcoal treatment. He was then knocked out, given the charcoal and put on a ventilator. He's awake again and says he knows he made a big mistake. Yeah, boy, that doesn't cover it. Big is not a big enough word for the mistake(s) you've made. I think there will be some jail time for this one. At least in jail, you don't get released for bad behavior like you evidently do in a rehab facility. 

Needless to say, Tuesday sucked a giant cock and Wednesday wasn't much better. But today, today is a new day and today is better. Way better. The kid is better (I think) and the cat is okay and the brother, well, he yet lives. 

a fire, as requested by the tiny human

There will be good t.v. tomorrow night: SPARTACUS! War of the Damned. I'm all frothy just thinking about it. Gross, right? But some of us live for the little things. 

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Cheers to new days and brighter tomorrows!

Spartacus: I Miss Andy Whitfield

This is a post from my personal blog, written while it was still public.  Spartacus, War of the Damned, returns Friday, January 25, 2013. This will be the final season of the show. I decided to share this post here, in honor of the new and final season. And also due to a bit of a lack of motivation going on today...without further ado. 

Original post March 13, 2012.

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My husband and I are infatuated with Spartacus, the show on Starz. It entertains, it thrills. It is full of blood and gore and sex and foul language. Lots of mostly naked and naked sweaty men. Built to KILL. Oh yes. More please.

Needless to say, we were heartbroken when Andy Whitfield succumbed to lymphoma, placing the show on a hiatus we were unsure it would return from.

We were pleased when we discovered the show would return for a new season. We wanted to see Spartacus "kill them all."

However, we quickly discovered we didn't want to see just any Spartacus "kill them all." No. We wanted to see Andy Whitfield KILL THEM ALL. Yes. Andy. Not the new dude. He simply did not have the same look, the same desire burning in his eyes. He seemed young and innocent, not the jaded killer we knew, but a youthful replacement, lacking skill and physical strength.


Season Three has been a crushing blow to our love of the show but we kept watching because at some point we just knew it would turn around. We were mourning Andy and this new dude just left us feeling hollow. Other cast replacements weren't helpful, either, but I won't get into that right now. We have found ourselves more interested in the Romans than the plight of our recently freed slaves and gladiators. The Romans, by the way, are headed by Lucy Lawless and they are divinely consumed with self, sex and power. Entrancing to say the least. And with the marked absence of my love, Andy Whitfield, I have clung to them and their plights to make it through to the next episode in hopes of something, anything, making a turnaround.

Finally, in the most recent episode, the turn occurred. Oh, yes. I have found a spot in my heart to discover the name of NEW SPARTACUS. Liam McIntyre. I may like him afterall.

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This episode created a new desire to watch, made me feel that Liam was up to the task of filling Andy's shoes. He may not be Andy, and I think no one can fully replace Mr. Whitfield as Spartacus, but maybe Mr. McIntyre will do. After a band of rebels join forces with the group, a fight erupts among the seperate factions. Spartacus steps in and with a quick upper cut with his sword, removes the face of one of the rebels. His brain slides from skull. And the fight stops and the rebels recognize Spartacus as a great warrior and leader. My heart recognizes Liam as Spartacus for the first time. Spartacus returns in episode SEVEN.

And I yearn to see what happens with Ilythia (Roman. Wife of Prator Glabor) and Gannicus (Former Gladiator. Refusing to join sides with Prator Glabor. Kidnaps his wife and kills a bunch of his men!) tonight.

Written by Heather Sullivan. All images and writtings copy right 2012.

Television Review: The Neighbors

My husband's been threatening to delete The Neighbors  from our DVR and I knew it had potential, so I refused to allow him to hit that delete button. We've been watching the episodes from the beginning of this season (which periodically confuses the shit of out me because they're from the fall, and I'm like, wait, that's not a new epi of Gray's, I saw that so and so. Duh.). Anyways, I really am in LOVE with this show. It's hilariously awkward. The premise is that a family, The Weavers,  moves to the suburbs, into the "only town house that's been available in ten years" in this neighborhood. There's a reason; the cul-de-sac's residents are all aliens and the opening is from one couple leaving to return to their home planet. 

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Everyone has taken the names of professional athletes. The lead alien is Larry Bird and he's married to Jackie Joyner Kersee. Their kids are Dick  Butkus and Reggie Jackson. That alone cracks me up, then add the fact that they call each other by their whole names. Even funnier. 

Jamie Gertz. I love her, period. She's hilarious. 

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Dick Butkus reeks of nerdiness. The kid is 8 or 9, so he's awkward by default at that age anyways. They're always saying  things like "Enough, DIck!" and although that sounds childish, such things really crack me up. 

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The main thing I love about this show is the social commentary. The Weavers have to teach their alien neighbors about the holidays, death, the mall and other random things we take for granted. It forces you to look at your own behavior from an objective perspective and can be very introspective. For instance, the Christmas episode made me rethink our purchasing practices and consider the real focus. Larry and Jackie get overtaken by the zeal of opening packages when the Weavers ask them to hide them from their children. As the alien family tears haphazardly into gifts with no regard to what the gifts are (Dick opens an ipad and screams, "I got a bike!" and then throws it like a Frisbee.) it made me consider our own Christmas, what we needed, what was worth it, what wasn't. Really, the presents are nice but the point of the holiday, for me, should be family and happiness, not gifts. 

Anyways, I'm digressing. The point is the show makes you think, makes you laugh and gives you a break from the tedium of it all by making you see if from outside the box. 

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The Neighbors comes on ABC in between The Middle and Modern Family. Side note, here, I love Modern Family. I only watch The Middle as a place holder for it, and because Sue Heck is pretty funny. Give the Neighbors a try, though. I will be really sad if it gets cancelled. There is a new epi this Wednesday at 8:30!! I'm so stoked!