Thank god this show continues to be hilarious. This week Richard tries desperately to hold on to the god-awful name of Pied Piper for his company, despite the groans of his posse and company T-shirts that look like an elf "sucking a dick with a dick behind his ear, for later... a dick snack." He also channels the advice formerly given to him by his landlord Erlich, to "be an asshole," and plays hardball with the business owner who he discovers already owns rights to the name. Not that any of this matters, because he's racing against the clock with other companies that are nearly copying his algorithm as close as they can so that they can steal the technology.
Sometimes being an adult sucks.
Responsibility!? Ugh, I'm over it! There's not enough time for the work that today demands. And the anxiety inducing smartphone crams everything into a fingertip's reach -- where it never leaves your over-caffeinated, twitching hands -- as you're constantly plugged in, scheduling meetings, emailing clients, texting friends, posting photos to social media (writing this alone stresses me out ::takes sip of second large iced coffee::) so on and so forth.
But remember being a kid? Remember not having a care in the world, where your day's challenge involved deciding what afternoon recess game made the cut for the day: marbles, tag, or dodgeball?
Well, summer's light glistens on the horizon, and Digital Detox, an Oakland-based organization dedicated to providing device-free events, lends a playground for your mischievousness to ensue. Camp Grounded, an offshoot of Digital Detox, is a summer camp -- and it's for adults!
So far every episode of this show has been epic, and I don't mean that in some hyperbolic, stoned surfer way. Each week something gigantic happens, usually violent. Sansa is whisked away by the Fool, Dontos, who is then shot through with an arrow by Baelish, who we now know was behind the plot to kill Joffrey (I think). I warned you that this crap is too confusing for my right brain.
Anya and Sandor rip off some poor farmer and his daughter after he graciously lets them stay with him and eat a fine rabbit stew. The whole thing actually reminded me of the Bundy Ranch standoff in Nevada, where a rich cattleman has been illegally grazing his cows on federal land because he says it's "the people's land," and he doesn't recognize the federal government. The dialogue in Game of Thrones was perfect:
"Seven blessings to you," says the farmer.
"What do you want," says Sandor back, curtly.
"What do I want?" replies the farmer. " It's my land."
"When I'm standing on it it's my land," says Sandor. All they need now is a militia, which frankly is basically all that exists in the Seven Kingdoms anyway -- bands and hordes of armed marauders.
Nelson Mandela's death in December 2013 was mourned by billions of people, and now the Nelson Mandela Foundation in South Africa, the Oakland faction of the NAACP, and two cemeteries based in the Bay Area have joined together to create a monument to honor Mandela's life and legacy.
And they want you to create it.
