It's Like I Don't Even Have to Try Anymore
There are a litany of jokes coming to mind here, but I don't even know where to begin. (Probably somewhere around "he is wearing a dark purple embroidered waistcoat.") So I'm turning this one over to our reader(s). Take a gander at this piece, and choose your favorite moment:
Lunch with the FT: George RR Martin
And once you're done chortling over that one, take a look at this new bit of merchandising, which really has raised the bar to a sickening degree. (Here's a suggestion: if you have $30,000 to blow on GOT-related items, I suggest you skip the trinkets and just pay me $30,000 a year to write this blog. I'll even sign a contract guaranteeing it'll be done on schedule! People do that, right?)
Now I must go to the laundromat and, perhaps, go running. Y'all be cool.
Lunch with the FT: George RR Martin
And once you're done chortling over that one, take a look at this new bit of merchandising, which really has raised the bar to a sickening degree. (Here's a suggestion: if you have $30,000 to blow on GOT-related items, I suggest you skip the trinkets and just pay me $30,000 a year to write this blog. I'll even sign a contract guaranteeing it'll be done on schedule! People do that, right?)
Now I must go to the laundromat and, perhaps, go running. Y'all be cool.