A collection of stuff, things, nonsense, rants, raves, pretties, sillies, and gee-gaws from Rev. Hugo Nebula, Ordained Minister of the Church of the SubGenius.
(And boobs. Sometimes there are boobs. Just like in real life.)
Thank you for reading.
"The Dance of the Dragons is the flowery name bestowed upon the savage internecine struggle for the Iron Throne of Westeros fought between two rival branches of House Targaryen during the years 129 to 131 AC. To characterize the dark, turbulent, bloody doings of this period as a “dance” strikes us as grotesquely inappropriate. No doubt the phrase originated with some singer. “The Dying of the Dragons” would be altogether more fitting, but tradition and time have burned the more poetic usage into the pages of history, so we must dance along with the rest…"
“What seemed like a creative impossibility only two seasons ago is now as plain as the lack of nose on Tyrion Lannister’s face. By the conclusion of season three of Game of Thrones, which has been the marvelous series’ most marvelous season yet, series showrunners David Benioff and D.B. Weiss are doing a better job telling George R.R. Martin’s story than George R.R. Martin did. Spoiler warning: they’re going to beat him to the end, too…”