Holy Mackerel

I missed the traditional Monday morning ritual at work this week, which was most unfortunate, because for once I had done my homework. Every Monday, the guys in the back corner regale one another about what had occurred during the previous evening’s episode of the hit HBO TV series, “Game of Thrones” (GoT). During most of these sessions I am content to sit mutely and just observe. I’m not totally oblivious to this show, because I have read the first two and a half books that the television series is based upon, but the HBO series has moved well beyond my keening and I have watched only a few episodes of this show. Sunday night I watched the latest episode and while I’m sure that I did not comprehend all of the nuances that a more devout GoT watcher might have gleaned, I knew who many of the principles were and could at least vaguely piece together what was happening. This morning I pronounced that I was au currant on GoT. This pronouncement was met with some skeptical derision, but I also sensed that I had also crossed some sort of threshold and was now included as a member of this tribe. One of the faithful directed me to a Conan O’Brian skit that I have linked to below. It decries the casual GoT viewer, such as myself and exalts the ardent adherent.