That’s all just snoke and mirrors.

Edit: I’m leaving that typo because it’s funny, and would make for a great Star Wars character name, like Greedo.

It is fenced off on the grounds of the Royal Hospital in Chelsea, but some good aim with a small catapult could still get the job done.

I don’t think it’s so much that people expect GRRM to die soon – nevermind the fact that he’s well into his 70s and rumors about his health are irrepressible – as it is that the most recent book in the series was released thirteen years ago.

Between the first two books, there were two years, then another two years for book 3, then five years, then six. It’s simply a matter of an unfavorable mathematical progression. Even if by some miracle he drops Winds of Winter tomorrow, the planned final book would seemingly take at least as long again to finish, and given the difficulty of endings, probably much longer than that. GRRM could live to 100 and we would be lucky to see him complete this series.

“Soon” doesn’t even come into it.

Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad.

They already own a second or third house in a mountain state so they can ski in the winter. They’re already pre-migrated.

It’s a GOD, stupid. It can do whatever it wants.

Universal Pictures bought the rights to make Lego movies, but that didn’t include the rights to any of the popular characters from The Lego Movie or its spin-offs. Those stayed with Warner Brothers (even though WB can no longer use Lego, so those characters are functionally dead).

Universal also didn’t get the rights to any of the franchise characters typically associated with Lego, so they can’t use Boba Fett, or Batman, or Gandalf, or Harry Potter, or even Jack Sparrow.

So they’re sitting on this huge IP and have no way to actually use it. And so Pharrell comes along and says he wants to make a documentary about himself, and they say nah that’s boring, nobody wants to see that. Then someone realizes they’re going to lose the rights to Lego if they don’t make a movie with them soon. And here we are.

How thoughtful of them to ensure that the deceased would have something to put up their butt in the underworld.

And there is some green coloration on it, indicating the dildo was once painted to look like a cucumber. Derek Smalls gets it.

Now please turn to song 146 in your hymnals, The Cat Cameth Back.

Maybe it’s time to admit that you are bad at this and you should do something else besides trying to run a business. It’s clearly not your forte.

This is pretty good satire, and I gotta give you props for sticking to the bit, LunchMoneyThief.

Happy workers stay longer and don’t leave rotting fish in the vents right before quitting out of frustration.

Give it to me.

Well that’s pretty rude. Kathy Bates is an attractive person and doesn’t deserve this kind of slander.

I hope you’re referring to the unfinished compilation Salmon of Doubt as the sixth, and not that weak sub-fanfic tripe by Eoin Colfer.

Lamb was great! Really does a fantastic job of highlighting the hypocrisy inherent in modern religious constructs.

Godel, Escher, Bach
Infinite Jest
The Lord of the Rings
The Demon-Haunted World
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Slaughterhouse-Five
Small Gods
Master and Commander

and everything else written by those authors.

The first two or three on that list might take several fits and starts to get through, YMMV, but they are WELL worth the effort, and you will come out the other side changed by the experience. The others are all pretty easily digestible, but no less transformative.

If I start to salivate in sympathetic parallel to the imagined hungry dogs, does that count?

And then I start to drool!