Westeros is calling once again.
Fantasy series about the medieval ages always have a tightrope to walk. Genuinely, which aspects of this awful and brutal time in history are actually worth repeating? Bloody and testosterone-fueled, the era yielded fantastical stories of kings and conquests, sure. But it was also a nasty place where death occurred a little too frequently, and aged lords would take 16-year-old brides. For the royal Targaryen family at the center of House of the Dragon, the long-awaited Game of Thrones prequel series, those girls may also be your cousin or sister. I'm sorry to report that the amount of incest that made Thrones fans gag every time Jon Snow and Daenerys kissed (or Jaime and Cersei) has certainly not ceased. Neither has the violence or bloodshed. It doesn't make for the easiest watch. |
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Adrian Perkins was born in Shreveport, he lives in Shreveport, and he is the mayor of Shreveport. But as things stand, he's not allowed to run for mayor again in November. He's not term-limited—it's a problem with his address. Yes, this is the tale of a genuine paperwork debacle, a labyrinth of documents and legalese where, in the end, Mayor Perkins's carelessness may see him in the clutches of the Minotaur. |
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You know, since he went from dweeb, to jacked savior of his country, to frozen in a block of ice, to jacked savior of mankind—not much time to sleep around, right? |
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There has been a change in my life that is massive and boring, miraculous and quotidian. After decades of failing, flailing, and frustration, I am on medication and in therapy for ADHD. My brain is finally beginning to work properly, and the biggest breakthrough is the smallest: now I rinse the last dish. Perhaps you think of ADHD as a racing mind, a restless energy, a propensity to focus a little bit on a lot of things, but for me, the symptoms were all in the sink. I'd always been good at starting to do the dishes. I'd come in hot every time, then get 85% of the way through and burn out. My mind would flash to any of the other dozen tasks I'd left 85% done, and I'd rush off to finish one of those. A dirty dish and a fork left to be tended to at a later time, when I was 85% into something else. There was always a little bit of laundry left unfolded, a bill or two left unpaid, a to-do list almost all crossed off. That's what my ADHD looked like in adulthood: small piles of good intentions strewn around the house. |
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