Best part of my Game of Thrones reading last night (Red Wedding)

Been there.

curiousgeorgiana:

Before going to bed, I told my boyfriend what chapter of the book I was on. He inhaled loudly and said: “I’ll be sitting right here when you’re finished. If you want to talk. Or anything.”

After I was done screaming and crying I came downstairs and he had already poured me a small scotch in my favorite glass. “Martin sure is an asshole, isn’t he?” 

Bonding over GoT. Good stuff.

(via muscovy-duckov)

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Unboxing Dark Ascension

My Ingredients for this momentous unboxing:

1 bottle of Sierra Nevada Ruthless Rye (Tasty and artistically in line with the Innistrad block aesthetic.  Check the S.N. Website:  Ruthless)

1 Dark Ascension Fat Pack

1 Dark Ascension Booster Box

1 Buy a Booster Box Promo Card With Excellent Artwork (above)

1 Empty Playmat

Oodles of Anticipation

In typical form I powered through the 45 packs from today’s purchase (like a fiend!).  Overall I was pleased with my luck.  The preceding gallery may function as a photo log of the experience.  If you’d like to read my thoughts more…

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Zombie Blog

                                                                 

Like a brains-deprived zombie this self-affirming outlet for random whim was lying immobile in an alley, staring blankly up at the surrounding concrete wasteland until a plump, scrumptious, and (most importantly) breathing idea happened by for it to feast upon.  In homage to the scene common in so many zombie-ly apocalyptic films, ponderously now lifts itself…ponderously…off the cold hard cement in search of additional slow moving (unlife affirming) and respirating concepts.

…yep that was just the intro…

If you want to read the post that reinvigorated this sad excuse for a weekly blog I highly suggest you click the read more button (and if you like what you read, like/follow me—this shouldn’t be too hard, the whole thing moves pretty slow ’ )

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A Heliamphora flowering. This South American beauty attracts flies and other unsuspecting prey into its those hollow stocks where they become trapped and are slowly consumed.  Flesh-eating flora are figuratively and literally close to my heart.