- Johnathan: Yeah, now Oxnard's running a fever of 81 degrees Celsius after maybe an hour of use. They turned his fan off, didn't they? Fucking Best Buy.
- Ethan: Is Oxnard your computer?
- Johnathan: No, Oxnard's my chinchilla. I sent my chinchilla to Best Buy to have his fan fixed.
I’m officially in love with Game of Thrones, holy lord. I’ve been watching it for like three nights straight. One of my favorite parts is how Khal Drogo and Daenerys Targaryen go very quickly from being like this:
To being like this:
He’s essentially a crazy Mongolesque horse-lord and he’s so schmoopy with her, yet at the same time they’re BAMFing it up like nobody’s business. They’re in snugglebunny love when she’s not busy using a metal belt to beat sense into her crazy-ass brother who tried to sell her in exchange for an army, and he’s not ripping people’s tongues out through their throats with his bare hands.
I’d say they’re in the top two most high-functioning couples in the show (along with the Starks), and possibly one of my favorites on tv. The Dothraki don’t sail. Someone from Westeros tries to kill the moon of Drogo’s life? The Dothraki are damn well learning to sail and those fools across the Narrow Sea better start praying to their stupidly non-equine gods.
Does anything else need to be said?
So you know what’s a good way for a nearly-two-week-long marathon of nightmares to get a little more bearable? This dude showed up in last night’s:
That’s right, Darren Criss to the flipping rescue. And it was this version of him, with the big ol’ hair from AVPM. He didn’t even DO anything; he was just suddenly there and after that no more particularly nightmarish shit happened. Doesn’t entirely cancel out that earlier parts of the dream including the plot to melt the ice caps in order to drown me (with my mission to stop it all failing horrifyingly), a large, flying, vaguely whale-like monster that I had to RIDE AROUND ON, and a moving, shape-shifting statue of Gollum that tried to grab me. There was also a mechanical bull on a pedestal, but that was more confusing than alarming.
In any case, if this is what listening to the Warblers’ album right before I fall asleep gets me, I have officially found a new habit.