Just Sayin'

So, a little while ago, I wrote a blog about how annoyed I was with everyone who plays Pokémon Go, and I realized that that wasn't fair. Those people have the Poke Disease, but I have a sickness too. It's called Game of Thrones Disease, and I think it's incurable. What are the symptoms of Game of Thrones disease, you may ask? Well, they include: An undue interest in Kit Harington's hair Referring to betraying someone as "red wedding-ing" them or being "red wedding-ed" Being able to speak authoritatively on the finer points of Dothraki linguistics Saying "the night is dark and full of terrors" when someone tells you to sleep well Knowing the house words and sigils of every family mentioned in the Song of Ice and Fire (House Mormont's sigil is a black bear in a green wood; their words are "Here We Stand," in case you were wondering) Having a strong opinion on the love life of Brienne of Tarth If you display two or mo...

So. Pokémon Go is a thing that happens in the world. I give up. I officially give up. Life as we know it has come to an end. The Pokémon are here. A few days ago, I was at the tutoring center that I work at, just minding my own business and tutoring, when I saw two of the math tutors playing Pokémon Go. They were closing in on a Pokémon, when suddenly it ran away from them or something, and they went tripping over each other to follow it to the other side of the room. And I was just like, "you're at work; what's happening here?" That's when it hit me. I have been consumed by an inexorable tide of Poke Balls floating in a sea of memes, tweets, and GIFS. Translation: I'm getting too old for the Internet. I'm getting too old apps. I've probably said all of that before, but this time I mean it: SAVE ME FROM POKEMON GO!!!!! I don't know about you, but I'm really confused/ horrified by Pokémon Go. One minute, everything was fine and normal then, all ...