Maybe it’s because I am up against a self-imposed deadline to get my column out every month. Maybe it’s sleep deprivation from having a nearly one-year-old child. Maybe I’m just a bitter old man, but it feels like everything that I love (in the entertainment realm) is coming to an end this year.
In days of old Winter would start in Minnesota back in November or December. The snows would fall gradually from about the end of November, and in the month of March we would start to thaw. Ah, the good old days.
Now, it was 40 degrees in January and in February it seems like it snowed 4-6 inches every day, and always on a week day. I could afford to go out and buy a snowblower, but I have a hard time abandoning the notion that shoveling is manly and a sure sign of my virility.
I remember when I was a young lad working at Barnes & Noble in college, and all of my co-workers were atwitter about this dark new fantasy book: A Game of Thrones. It took me a couple years to buy in, and then I started advocating the series to my friends.
I never imagined what a cultural phenomena it would become. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any bigger, our most beloved childhood icons produced this outstanding parody. Enjoy!