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An Open Letter to the blogger called GRRM:
Dec. 5th, 2012 06:16 pmDear George RR Martin,
You rock. Seriously. I'm one of those slags who had not read your work until watching Game of Thrones on HBO. A certain death (and to a lesser extent, a certain out-the-window-shoving and a specific witch-murder) made me uneasy as to whether or not I should continue. See, I have a low tolerance for being completely knocked off my game by intense losses in literature, movies, and quality TV. I'm still not over Colin Creevy, and I don't know that I ever will be. The movie The Road had me in a grey fog for three days, and it was a year before I could start reading the book. I kept watching GoT though, because I wanted to see dragons, and because Peter Dinklage is fucking awesome--and I already dug him because of The Station Agent. I'm still blown away that the chick from Sarah Connor Chronicles turned out to be so amazing. Plus, I can't resist quality entertainment--and we get precious little of it in the US.
When a certain horde of murderous blue undead showed themselves, I knew it was time to read the damn books. I have a Kindle, so carpal tunnel was no longer an issue. You can thank Under the Dome for that, BTW. I'm learning some Dothraki, because I'm fascinated by language construction and development.
The books are wonderful, marvelous, staggering. I'm dealing with all the deaths okay, and none of them have emotionally crippled me (though book 3 came close a few times). I am 3/4 of the way through the 4th book, and am digging the hell out of it. I love Brienne of Tarth, and am horrified that Sansa cannot seem to catch a fucking break.
But George, (may I call you George?) I want you to listen carefully. If you kill Podrick Payne, I will never, ever forgive you. Don't do it. He's a fucking hero. And I'd better not find out that Tyrion sold him out--because I don't want to not like Tyrion.
Seriously, do not kill Podrick.
He's like the Neville Longbottom of Westeros.
Don't do it.
One person with honor and integrity (who isn't a maester) has to survive and thrive.
You cannot kill Podrick.
I'm telling you, no.
EDIT: 3:32am Thursday. Now that I think of it, Samwell Tarly might also be the Neville Longbottom of this thing. You can't kill him either. Seriously. Don't make me come over there.
Regards,
--Wednes
PS. I'm a writer too. If you kill Podrick, you might not like what happens to the kindly cap-wearing sci-fi writer in MY next horror book--which is about cannibals. Take THAT, GRRM.
PPS. I love your blog. Except the sports talk.
You rock. Seriously. I'm one of those slags who had not read your work until watching Game of Thrones on HBO. A certain death (and to a lesser extent, a certain out-the-window-shoving and a specific witch-murder) made me uneasy as to whether or not I should continue. See, I have a low tolerance for being completely knocked off my game by intense losses in literature, movies, and quality TV. I'm still not over Colin Creevy, and I don't know that I ever will be. The movie The Road had me in a grey fog for three days, and it was a year before I could start reading the book. I kept watching GoT though, because I wanted to see dragons, and because Peter Dinklage is fucking awesome--and I already dug him because of The Station Agent. I'm still blown away that the chick from Sarah Connor Chronicles turned out to be so amazing. Plus, I can't resist quality entertainment--and we get precious little of it in the US.
When a certain horde of murderous blue undead showed themselves, I knew it was time to read the damn books. I have a Kindle, so carpal tunnel was no longer an issue. You can thank Under the Dome for that, BTW. I'm learning some Dothraki, because I'm fascinated by language construction and development.
The books are wonderful, marvelous, staggering. I'm dealing with all the deaths okay, and none of them have emotionally crippled me (though book 3 came close a few times). I am 3/4 of the way through the 4th book, and am digging the hell out of it. I love Brienne of Tarth, and am horrified that Sansa cannot seem to catch a fucking break.
But George, (may I call you George?) I want you to listen carefully. If you kill Podrick Payne, I will never, ever forgive you. Don't do it. He's a fucking hero. And I'd better not find out that Tyrion sold him out--because I don't want to not like Tyrion.
Seriously, do not kill Podrick.
He's like the Neville Longbottom of Westeros.
Don't do it.
One person with honor and integrity (who isn't a maester) has to survive and thrive.
You cannot kill Podrick.
I'm telling you, no.
EDIT: 3:32am Thursday. Now that I think of it, Samwell Tarly might also be the Neville Longbottom of this thing. You can't kill him either. Seriously. Don't make me come over there.
Regards,
--Wednes
PS. I'm a writer too. If you kill Podrick, you might not like what happens to the kindly cap-wearing sci-fi writer in MY next horror book--which is about cannibals. Take THAT, GRRM.
PPS. I love your blog. Except the sports talk.
