Still haven’t processed my feelings about last night’s Game of Thrones.
Maybe tomorrow.
SPOILER ALERT
I haven’t felt this sad about a fictional character’s death since I was a kid watching Megatron wack Optimus and the Autobots stone cold gangster style.
By the way, which 1980’s sadist thought that was a good idea?
“Hey kids! Know those characters you love? Well, they’re all dead! Time to ask Mom and Dad to buy more toys!”
But I digress. Game of Thrones Finale Wrap-Up coming as soon as possible.
Bookshelf Battle 
There there, we’ll get through somehow.
The North Remembers. Maybe?
The best analogy is that watching these characters is like having kids. You invest a lot of time in them, you hope for the day when they become successes and yet George RR Martin insists on them coming to me and telling me they’ve decided to join a commune and play the ukulele all day. I have no idea if that makes any sense but that’s all I’ve got at the moment.
How did the orcs take it?
I haven’t talked to them yet at length, but I know the Corsairs of Umbar have been making fun of the orcs for them earlier being supporters of Stannis.
The Pirates are delighted that with Stannis’ exit, Balon Greyjoy is technically the winner of the War of the Five Kings. Balon Greyjoy! Winner by forfeit!
In a couple days, I’ll collect the orcs’ tweets (or messages brought to be by the crebain from Dunland) and it’ll get posted.
I’ll tell them you were asking about them, but I won’t supply any information about you, because no one wants visits from those goblins.
Is he really? What about Tommen?
He doesn’t count as one of the original five kings… or so the Corsairs assert.
As sad as I was by Jon’s murder, it was last week’s episode that killed me. Burning that beautiful little girl alive because some crazy woman says it’s the way to get the throne was too too horrible. Sunday night’s humiliation of Cersei was long overdue.