Sean Bean v. The Summer Solstice

For those who might not be au fait with such things, today is the Summer Solstice.

Which means that today is the day that the northern hemisphere experiences the longest period of daylight during the year.  After tonight the days start slowly getting shorter again, until we get to the Winter Solstice in late December and they start getting longer again.  Lather.  Rinse.  Repeat.

If one is of the Wiccan school of thought (and I should mention here that although I have more than a couple friends who are, I myself am not.  Vizsla's remain firmly in the Rational Empiricist camp.  So you should probably take my observations on the Wiccan philosophy with a healthy dose of 'it's more or less in the ballpark broadly speaking, look, I'm doing my best here')

Ahem...

If one is of the Wiccan school of thought, today is a very important day because it marks the transition for nature from one cycle to the next.  Sort of.  Kinda.    So one thing that one might do today is to reflect on the importance of darkness returning to the world and the balance between states, and that sort of thing.  At the Winter Solstice, when one is reflecting on the importance of the return of light to the world, one might light a candle, symbolically ushering in the return of sun (which is a tad animistic of a description, but we're in the general ballpark of accurate, so I will simply ask Marc, Melissa, et all. to look leniently upon me.)

So, Conversely, when one is reflecting on the return of darkness, I suppose you might choose to symbolically respect that by snuffing a candle.

Which brings me to Sean Bean

Honestly, is it necessary to kill him in every single thing he ever appears in?

Goldeneye- Dead.  Lord of the Rings - Dead.  Game of Thrones - REALLY dead.  And the list goes on.  Seriously, does the guy give off some sort of 'I'd like to run a spear through that!' kind of vibe?

Honestly.  Being the face of the 'One does not simply...' meme does NOT make up for the fact that all of Hollywood apparently wants to butcher you.

George Arf Arf Martin

This may come as a shock, but I need to get something off my fuzzy white chest

(OK, that sounded creepy, but let's all remember that I'm a dog...)

I think I may officially be the last dog in America to not have seen, read, or interacted in any way with Game of Thrones

-What the Vizsla knows about Game of Thrones-

*It's a series of seven books, marred only slightly by the fact that two of them haven't been written yet

*The books are released at the rate of approximately one every geological age.  I think book three came out in the Paleozoic.  (other notable celebrities who share a birthdate in the Paleozoic era include Fish and Arthropods!)

*After publishing each 900+ page novel the author (one George R. R. Martin) enters a pupating hibernation cycle

*Nothing good happens to Sean Bean.  Although he's kind of made a career out of that, so we shouldn't worry about it

*Season 6 of the HBO series is going to encounter some significant production problems.



All of which, I feel, kind of validates my decision not to become involved with the series in any way.  At some point, should George (or 'The Great Bearded Glacier' as a particularly amusing Paul and Storm song names him) actually live long enough to finish the last two books I will probably pick up the first one and plow through, because enough people whose opinions I respect seem to think they're really good.  I'm just not willing to go through the 'Deadly Hallows' experience again. 

Here's a link to the P&S song, by the by.  I don't own it or them, nor do they own me, which explains why they rarely give me snausages.

Write Like The Wind (George R.R. Martin)

Vizsla Out