|Thank you André, I'll have the veal piccata.|
I truly appreciate modern amenities like running water and bowling, but is life in 2012 really that much better than back in Game of Frones-time?
While watching the Flyers game at my parents' house the other day, I went to the kitchen to get my father some carrot juice, stepped in some water, and returned with the wettest, floppiest sock ever. My day was ruined. My life was ruined. It didn't matter how soft the plush, fleece blanket wrapped around me was or how many Double Stuf (actual spelling) Oreos that I ate, I was more uncomfortable than any soaking wet soldier who protects any wall.
This past week on Game of Frones, some guys tortured prisoners by tying them up, putting a rat in a bucket and pressing that bucket against their chests. Then, they lit fire to the end of the bucket, forcing the rats to eat through the prisoners' chests in order to survive. It was cruel. It was unusual. It was pretty darn creative if you ask me, but was it really any worse than sitting through a power point presentation? Or being forced to go see your co-worker Neil's band play on a Tuesday night?
Let's let you decide: