a deadline is a lovesome thing, God wot

[freckles_and_doubt]

Marking done. In loathsome embrace of pop culture theory. Tentacles flailing, victim SAN scores dropping rapidly. News at 11.

In more interesting news, there's another Murakami out, yay! And a perfectly lovely review of it on the New York Times, although it's a wretched registration-required site. I've never read anything by the reviewer, Walter Kirn, but after his opening paragraph I want to:

Should the aliens ever descend in their sleek ships and train their great scanners on our population centers, capturing our deeds and dreams for transmission back to cosmic headquarters, let’s hope they show us the patient tenderness of Haruki Murakami, the Japanese novelist, who himself is not wholly of this world. In a dozen books on our existence here — not in Japan or any special nation but as children of gravity, as earthlings — Murakami has done as good a job as any contemporary writer of pleading humanity’s poignant case before the court of whoever may be out there. Have mercy, oh interstellar lords. We’re lonesome and small and we know not what we do, only that we’re obliged by God or nature to bathe, dress, eat and keep on doing it.

Yup, that's my life. How 'bout yours?

Bunny Threat Level: moving slowly into the amber.