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When HMV decided to leave Yonge and Eglinton, they left a giant hoarding, to allow the next tenant some privacy as they prepare for business.

I’m often in the area as I use the Northern District library.

Bur nothing prepared me for what I saw last week.

Pushed up against the hoarding, his face red with determination, was the Web Master.

What the hell, I thought.

The Web Master was grim and focused.

He whispered to me, “They will come from the North, they will come from the North…”

I was beside myself with fear for my dear friend, so I decided to make some calls…

***

I reached Billy the Kid.

Look, man, I said, I need help with an old friend who appears demented.

Billy the Kid screamed, we cannot let Westeros fall! Tell your friend to hold fast!

Huh?

***

I called Lex Luthor, increasingly disturbed by the behavior gripping my mates.

Look, Lex, I said, something is going on here.

Lex said, I can’t talk; I’m on my balcony looking for dragons.

The dragons, he chortled, will be here soon, and all will fear Daenerys…

WTF?

***

When things become insane one is led, inevitably, to Ginner.

My friends, I said to the completely insane and viciously disturbed Englishman, are acting “out of sorts”, something is going on.

Get them to King’s Landing, he yelled. There is hope, he cried, if we all act together…

Holy shit, I thought.

***

The Game of Thrones, HBO’s series referencing the work of George R R Martin, is easily the best TV show of the last decade. Set in the fictional land of Westeros, the series captures the intense battles among seven families competing to control The Throne.

I know no one who has watched one episode that was unable to subsequently watch all ten.

It is ferocious TV, brilliantly acted and written, gripping and pulsating with fear and drama. Everyone in my social circle is on pins and needles, awaiting the start of Year 2. The first season will be released on Blue Ray March 6^th and there is simply no way one can go wrong laying out some coin for the magnificent work.

***

Pepper, cried the Web Master, over the phone, is the key to a meal of a horse’s heart.

Okay, I grumbled.

Beware, he cried, the North. Beware…

Beware your crazy ass, I thought, hanging up the phone…