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Well. It's 7.30am and I'm still awake - as in, I haven't gone to sleep since I woke up yesterday. The secret to my vampirish lifestyle? A golden chalice of Red Bull-fortified virgin blood every evening. I mean, obviously.

I just watched two episodes of Madam Secretary because I was procrastinating revising for Evidence Law. Damn, this show is great. It's so good I'd put it on par with The Good Wife, which was an excellent show (save for the terrible finale that caused richter scale waves of disappointment among the fanbase) and similarly featured a lot of contemporary social issues and dramatic office politics. So yeah, Madam Secretary is a smart and highly relevant show. It makes me instantly want to become a politician and just smack every opposing party member in the face with a charming smile hiding a cobra-like sting of coercion. I definitely recommend the show for anyone with better taste than Suits or Agents of Shield, the latter of which features such cheesy acting and can stoop to such unbelievable dumbassery that I was like - yeah, that's definitely Joss Whedon directing.

Can somebody invent a line of cocaine that will help you stay awake and prevent epithelial outbreaks resulting from unhealthy circadian rhythms?  I think L'Oreal needs to get on this shit. There's a huge market to be capitalised on and it's of way more social utility than the current trend of thick flagellum shaped eyebrows that have now progressively become:



If I stay up any longer my skin is going to burn.

I don't think anything else I will watch for the rest of the week (maybe except tonight's season finale) can top this:

If you've read the GoT books, then you'll know that author George R.R. Martin is a sadistic bastard.  Nothing is guaranteed.  Everything is temporal.

He likes to kill off the main characters in the most brutal and undignified ways.  The characters he knows you all love and care about the most.  The ones he has spent the most time developing over the course of the series, garnering the loyalty of readers and viewers... suddenly - 'AHHHHHHHH!'  The silvery gleam of a traitor's sword flashes for half a second as it slides across ******'s throat, leaving a trail of fresh vermilion. One of the most loved main characters has just been killed.  Now dead.  Just like that.  You sit there, mouth open, eyes wide, not believing what just happened.

And then you read that passage again and Martin is just like "yep, that just freaking' happened. Deal with it."  Resentment boils up inside you.  You think of him sitting at home, surrounded by wads of cash, sipping tea in an armchair and then pausing to let out an insouciant chuckle.  Yet you know you can't stop reading to find out if they're REALLY dead.  So at the same time you keep reading all the books, your mind is like "SCREW YOU GEORGE. SCREW. YOU."

The world of fiction can be cruel and as a celebration of what is hitherto the greatest of Martin's massacres, video reactions of GoT fans who had no idea 'The Red Wedding' was coming has been compiled for your amusement.  For those who have already read the books and knew exactly what sort of shit was going to hit the fan - feel free to snigger at the collective screams of diehard fans worldwide.