In 79 A.D. in Herculaneum a baker put a loaf of bread into his oven. The oven was opened in the course of excavations in 1930. In 2013, the British Museum asked Georgio Locatelli to recreate the recipe.

When April comes around and the new season of Game of Thrones starts running on HBO, the show’s plot line will inevitably proceed past the five books previously published, and the sixth volume, The Winds of Winter, will remain unfinished, unprinted, unbound, and undelivered into readers’ hands.

George R. R. Martin slunk on to the Internet yesterday, looking guilty and making all kinds of excuses.

Look, I have always had problems with deadlines. For whatever reason, I don’t respond well to them. Back in November, when I returned to Northwestern to accept my Alumni Award, I told the Medill students that was why I started writing fiction instead of getting a job on a newspaper. I knew even then that daily deadlines would kill me. That was a joke, of course… but there was truth in it too. …

But I won’t make excuses. There are no excuses. No one else is to blame. Not my editors and publishers, not HBO, not David & Dan. It’s on me. I tried, and I am still trying. I worked on the book a couple of days ago, revising a Theon chapter and adding some new material, and I will writing on it again tomorrow. But no, I can’t tell you when it will be done, or when it will be published. Best guess, based on our previous conversations, is that Bantam (and presumably my British publisher as well) can have the hardcover out within three months of delivery, if their schedules permit. But when delivery will be, I can’t say. I am not going to set another deadline for myself to trip over. The deadlines just stress me out.

I am going back to my stance from last March, before all this. It will be done when it’s done. And it will be as good as I can possibly make it.

Call Ser Ilin Payne, this undoubtedly treason against the realm!

Just put 10,000 sparklers (“Bengal candles” in some parts of the world) in a pot and light ’em up!

When your fast food restaurant gets broken into and robbed, you could just fill out the insurance forms and shrug, or you could get some sweet revenge by making a security camera video that pokes fun at the robbers’s stupidity and at the same time works as a commercial.

From Ian McCollum at Forgotten Weapons, a classic “thousand yard stare” photo of German landser cleaning his Mauser.

Racist, insulting, off-key, obscene, but also often witty and self-deprecating, the English lower orders at their best.