All things considered, today was an improvement. I feel marginally better than yesterday. The Cold From… well, I’ll say Sniffleheim, which is a pun on the name of a bad place in Norse mythology that you probably wouldn’t recognize, seems to be retreating at last. And I stopped at a body shop after work to get an estimate on my bumper. They offered to let one of the technicians reattach it with a couple screws as a “side job,” and I got away for twenty bucks, which the girl who did the damage has promised to send me.
Ed Veith, over at Cranach, makes the sad announcement that the Luther At the Movies blog has been put to bed forever. However, Dr. Luther’s “miserable, execrable assistant,” Anthony Sacramone, has joined the blogging stable at First Things, so that’s some consolation.
He does a gorgeous takedown of The Golden Compass here.
Scaramone is hilarious in this review. “And then there are all those witches, the single most boring group of preternatural creatures ever concocted. In the second book, they just go on and on until you realize why the Puritans finally burned them at the stake–it was the only way to make them stop talking.” Oh my soul!
I endeavored to take his insensitive comments on Fantasy in general personally. After all, I don’t care for most Fantasy much, myself.
Mr. Veith spelled his name incorrectly: It’s Sacramone. You may want to change it here as well.
Done. Thank you.
Sniffleheim. That is great! LOl. I love it.