There are plenty of spoilers below, so if you haven't finished the final season I'd steer clear. I first discovered George R.R. Martin's trope-eradicating series back in the previous millennium. 1998 for anyone keeping track. There were three books out, and those books were amazing. I burned through them like wildfire, and then quickly spread the books to my circle of friends. I knew a lot of fantasy readers, and every last one was enchanted by Martin's epic. Why? Because it

In the final season of HBO’s Game of Thrones, an online melee broke out about whether Arya Stark was a Mary Sue. And I don’t really care about that. Maybe she is, probably she isn’t. GoT isn’t my thing. Star Wars is my thing. Or at least it was. Before the dark times. My present jaded and “it’s complicated” relationship with what once titled The Journal of the Whills, Part I still has me following enough twitter accounts and lurking in enough subreddits to see that the Arya/G

Well, Star Wars Celebration came and dropped a trailer many people have been waiting to see. At this point, the fans are divided. The Last Jedi did a lot of damage to the older legion of fans, and while the movie was fun to watch in an IMAX theater, quickly after leaving, I started to question the story. It really wasn’t difficult to punch holes in the story. We’ve discussed The Last Jedi already, so I’m not gonna revisit this (much) because truth be told, if I do, this blog