Three things
My sister is really much funnier than I am, which is embarrassing. We were talking about Avengers at two in the morning. My witticism was: “Vindication: almost as good as syndication.” Hers was: “Joss Whedon: if he can’t save cinema, you can be damn sure he’ll avenge it.”
Also, Margaret Atwood says, in the pretty good New Yorker science fiction issue: “I was at least thirteen before I figured out that ‘child molester’ was not the title of a special job for children which involved collecting moles—earning a fee per mole—much as people collected worms for bait.” Which is the most adorable image I’ve had in my head in a bit.
