A Fine Line
Not all Shoggoth.net users think Cthulhu is just fiction. Some who visit the site know it isn’t. In the latest Sage of Wales tale, the line between fact and fiction is truely fine.
Life had been going along fairly normally for Edin and Andrew for quite a while; that is, a nice quiet life in their remote seaside house. For the first time since the Sage moved into his house in Pembrokeshire, he had been there in situ for over a month. In fact, he had finally been there long enough so that all the improvements that he had been wishing for but never starting, were started. This meant a constant monitoring of workers, all the while keeping them away from certain areas of his property, gently, without making an issue of it.
One area which seemed to attract the men when they were working around the outside was the ruin of the guest house. The tunnel connecting to the main house was intact, even after the violent destruction of the little house, and there remained the magical traps and persistent stench of something-not-quite-right. In addition, the Sage was continually faced with convincing each new worker on the job that Edin was not a hound of hell, Baskerville, or any other accursed place. Her boredom and latent interest in the works would occasionally lead her to dash off and bark at someone or something trivial. While the Sage was used to an occasional normal dog outburst, these seemed unnerve the workmen. As a consequence, even when egging on the workmen, the Sage kept Edin under foot and under command.
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I went to watch Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy last night, based on the original book by Douglas Adams, and which has already been made into a highly acclaimed radio series and television show. I quite enjoyed it and it was reasonably faithful to the original without adding anything particularly brilliant or terrible. I can recommend it as a mildly diverting entertainment, but it is not a patch on some other SF film out there.
One observation: HGTG is a story written with a nod to the the bureacratic nightmare Britain of the 1970s. It is hard to believe that Adams did not have the regulatory state in mind when he mocked the process in which our modest anti-hero, Arthur Dent, wakes up to find that his house is about to be demolished by a bunch of stiff-necked Vogons determined to build an intergalatic superhighway. It is a nice sendup of compulsory purchase laws or what is known as the power of eminent domain in the United States. There are other sly digs against religion and creationism, not to mention the very idea of Man being at the centre of the universe.
It was a nice film but could have been so much better with so much more zest. Pity.
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