Yesterday, A.O. Scott of The New York Times looked at the world and thought, 'You know, it would make so much sense for me to do a video review today for a movie that's nine years old and for which there is nothing even remotely relevant going on right now to inspire it.'
A.O. Scott, we thank you for pulling this one totally out of your ass:
And while we're on the subject of pulling things from one's ass, I must say I'm slightly suspicious of the price for which my book is selling on Amazon.co.uk:
Granted, it would be worth every penny (and converted to US currency, that would be 116,380 pennies), but I still only get a dollar or so from that, and it's perhaps a bit early to start reselling my first editions. Nice, though, that at least one unknown British opportunist has confidence in my marketing potential!
And now you can all go back to watching Prince Dastan parkour his spinach-eating self around your living room, because that's probably what you're doing right now instead of reading this anyway.
Thanks to Emily for telling me her countrymen were trying to scam her!