The start of the week finds me slightly debilitated by an onslaught of pollen that has clearly been genetically engineered by the government as a biochemical weapon against seasonal allergy sufferers, then "accidently" released into the atmosphere; a strain removed of all pain, remorse, or fear, that absolutely will not stop until I am dead, or at the very least, throughly annoyed.
To ease my pain, I've been reading George R.R. Martin's third book in his SONG OF ICE AND FIRE series, A STORM OF SWORDS (that does not roll off the tongue with ease). As if the story weren't already moving as slow as molasses in a frozen tundra, Georgey-boy keeps introducing new characters into the mix, even though they all seem to fill very similar archetypes, e.g., a world-weary knight fallen on hard times who has a disturbing attraction to a pre-teen girl. It's scratching my world-building itch, but as literature it leaves quite a bit to be desired. I'm guessing this works, and will work, better as a TV show, which I cannot wait to see.
Speaking of television. . . Finished off DEADWOOD, which ends on bit of a low note (thematically, not quality-wise). Much like the people up-in-arms about the ending to their precious MASS EFFECT series, the finale of DEADWOOD makes me want to bring criminal charges to the responsible parties (Though, unlike MASS EFFECT, the creators of DEADWOOD didn't know that their series was ending). Major Dad makes for a powerful heavy in season three as prospector George Hearst, who crushes anyone getting between him and "the Color" (or, "Gold").
Started BOARDWALK EMPIRE and BIG LOVE. Both entertaining, and both feature a lot of my boys; actors such as Harry Dean Stanton, Bruce Dern, Shea Whigham, and Michael Shannon. But while Boardwalk comes off as an entertaining, violent romp, it does smack of "paint-by-numbers" gangster story, whereas Big Love has something a bit more unique and engaging. I'm looking forward to continuing with both.
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