Speaking of synchronicity (see the review below which I wrote last night), today I wake up to find that Milan Kundera has a new book out. And, if this essay over at Salon is to be believed, it is indeed brilliant but also insufferably smug.
If I start to hear Emma Thompson narrating my day, I'm lightin' out for th' territories, as Huck said.
UPDATE: My weird day continues. Check it out - I got trolled. This, friends, is a banner day. I want to buy him (or her, heck, who knows) a little bridge to live under.
(Yes, I know the phrase comes from trolling, the verb, as in fishing. I just like the image of a little troll.)