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5/22/2019
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Exclamation Points

I have only seen one episode of Game of Thrones. A few years ago, a friend sat me down in front of a wide screen TV and predicted I would love it. I watched and was confused. That's nice, I said when the episode was over.

For the last few weeks, I've been reading about the final season of Game of Thrones. Bloggers, writers, critics were analyzing and recapping as every week, a character with a strange name was killed off. Things were happening quickly: battles, dragons, betrayal, low lighting, a coffee cup. Without watching, I followed these leather clad characters hurtling toward their inevitable doom.

Such a high body count reminded me of the final episode of Blakes 7, the British scifi space opera from the late 1970s. In the final episode, everyone died. It was brutal, but we could go back and watch episodes again on VHS tape.

I can understand GOT fans being upset. I remember my childhood ACK! when I learned Darth Vader was Luke's father in Empire Strikes Back. Then, I had to wait three very long childhood years to get confirmation from Yoda. As an adult, I was bummed when Han Solo was taken out by his own son (what a harsh way to go) in What Was That Movie Called, Oh Yeah, Force Awakens. Still, Han was a fictional character and I had other stuff to do after I left the cineplex.

Yes, we all know that Game of Thrones is a make believe world filled with make believe characters played by actors who, I hope, will find work after this (let every actor find work). There's something positive about how it unites people and gives them a release from the state of things. And it has dragons. I like dragons.

Now, it is time to move onto the next story. There is always another story. We have as many sources of story as there are planets in the solar system. Maybe more. I hear there might be another Indiana Jones movie. . .Indiana Jones and the Rest Home of Doom.

As I was thinking about the iron throne and stories, I stumbled on an article about my old (ahem, mature) writing teacher. She is still teaching and living the joy. She still despises exclamation points. (!!!! Shivers) She encouraged me to rewrite, mind superfluous words, and get to the point. I've been in the writing game long enough to know that I've failed at all of that. Oh well, there are always more words like there are more stories. Stumble, fall, get back up again.

If you still find yourself mourning your favorite characters, I recommend a lovely show on Netflix called Russian Doll. It's about a woman who keeps dying and coming back again and again and again (a 4th again would be superfluous).


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