I watched Snatch last night. There were a lot of very funny parts in it, but the squeaky dog took the cake. Good movie, although I preferred Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels.
As for reading, I finished A Woman of Substance, by Barbara Taylor Bradford, and now I am reading The Accidental Tourist. A Woman of Substance was good, if a bit predictable. At the end of the book, she says that the secret of life is to endure. I disagree. Ideally, the secret is to love unconditionally, and be loved in return. Being human makes that pretty much impossible, but it is something worth striving for.
I am still more (by far) misanthropic than loving. People are fucking idiots. I just don't have time for them. Someday, I will find someone as sarcastic, intelligent, and impatient as me, and we will settle down and NOT have kids together.