Thursday, Thursday.

* My four-word post on marriage equality in Maine yesterday somehow turned into yet another epic comment thread about gay marriage. I just know this time we'll hammer out agreement.

* Science fiction in the New Yorker: "The Slows" by Gail Hareven.

* Dollhouse "certain to be canceled." Keep hope alive.

* Wolverine, despite by all accounts not being very good, gets a sequel.

* Craig Arnold update: they think they've found his trail.

* 'MLA Urges Chairs to Focus on Adjunct Issues.'

* When the bomb goes off, everyone's got one last thing to do before they die. A game.

'Almost programmatically unmemorable': A.O. Scott pans Wolverine. But can't you see? It's metafiction.

“X-Men Origins: Wolverine” will most likely manage to cash in on the popularity of the earlier episodes, but it is the latest evidence that the superhero movie is suffering from serious imaginative fatigue. A twist at the end that gives poor Wolverine a bad case of amnesia — turning him into a kind of Jason Bourne with sideburns — is a virtual admission that nothing terribly interesting has been learned about the character. He forgets his origins before the movie devoted to their exposition is even over. It won’t take you much longer.