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Haven't been here in a long while - didn't feel as if I've something to say.

Still not sure. However, some entertaining things:

watched some anime (no, I don't do it that often). Sengoku Basara, which was great fun, and Sayuki, which kind of ate my mind and made me write again. Yes, everybody already watched Saiyuki long time ago and I am late to the party. So what.

Also, saw Measure for Measure (once again wondering about that play being a comedy). Entertaining idea (basically, power people in power suits with secretaries and stuff, and Angelo kind of is Putin), but no great actors who can make Shakespeare really sound great. I've seen The Tempest in October, in another theatre here, and the problem is the same - various entertaining ideas about the setting and the general concept, and no truly Shakespearean actors.

Also, the travelling distance meme, which I am too lazy to do completely:

Farthest north - Ruskeala

Farthest west - Manchester, I think.

Farthest east - Arzamas

Farthest south - Sukhumi, Georgia

The longest distance in the train would certainly be from here to Crimea, but I am not sure how it compares with distances from here to London or to Dusseldorf, since that was by plane.

The hottest weather I remember was, I think, this summer in Zaporozhye, and the coldest, the winter of 2003 here (with water pipes freezing), or the winter of 2006, when it was 35 below zero, I think.

I noticed watching Criminal Minds what episodes are the ones that scare me most (Criminal Minds as a tool for learning your fears?). It's the ones with home invasions. Not just robbery-type things: the episodes where people just invade someone's normal life with senseless violence.

I think there should be some kind of medication against falling in love. It's terribly tiring and just the kind of pain you don't really need.

My fandom still gets on my nerves. "We are going to comment on your every entry about how character A is sweet and how he and B are lovely together and we are going to question you about A's reprehensible behaviour, and we are going to write entries about how some people ignore and pervert canon and how weird it is and how A and B are clearly the sort of people to grow up Nazi death camp personnel but we are not invoking Godwin's law, nonono, Godwin's law has nothing to do with it, and nobody persecutes you at all, it's all in your mind, and nobody hates A and B, you invented it all. And we are all friends, we love and respect you very much (except that we are surprised about you being hysterical about A and B and not wishing to engage in discussions, and we keep waiting when you will stop being crazy) and are not going to argue about anime characters".

‘Is that possible?’
‘I think so,’ said Professor McGonagall drily, ‘we teachers are rather good at magic, you know.’

McGonagall is love.

I'm reading Framley Parsonage and identifying with Lucy Robarts like crazy. I, too, cloak myself in self-mocking so much that people around me often doubt whether I am ever serious and whether I mean what I say.

(I am, however, quitre uneasy with reading about Lucy's brother.)

There is a pile of books on my bedside table and a stack of disks with films near my computer. I am back from travelling in a wondrous land, and there are other lands waiting for me. Sometimes I am happily drunk from the richness of the world around me, but other times I stop and start thinking: am I only going to use it? Will I add nothing from myself?

Sometimes I think my inner self is somewhere about 13 years old.

We had a talk recently which brought a question; now, I am not qualified to answer it, but maybe my flist can help me.

Whom do USAians consider to be great USA writers of the second half of the 20th century?

I feel like crying out. I feel unhappy. How unreasonable of me: I always believed people have their own happiness within them.

I love books where people read books. It feels like I can fit in there somehow. But I guess I am a very inattentive reader, since I am at the middle of Fire and Hemlock and only now I have guessed what kind of name Thomas Lynn is.

Also, reading a book about Paris and getting another urge to travel (oh, and looking at photos of England. Especially the historic ones. Pity that old postcards at our used book store got so expensive and you can't get many postcards with views of other places without travelling to those places).

Still thinking what to do with DW account.

I am watching the 3rd season of Criminal Minds, the episodes I've missed, in random order, and the weird thing is that they keep disturbing me more and more. Especially the series with kids, I think. ... I don't know, being tired gets on my nerves, maybe.

I'm watching CM 3.14, and Hotch and Reid talk with the warden about interviews with killers in prisons - that sometimes the killers speak about the crimes that weren't discovered, so there could be even _more_ victims. And the warden asks whether it's ever _less_, and they say "No, never". But it struck me that they're wrong: CM 1.14 is just such a situation, where it turned out to be _less_ victims that they supposed.

Now, why hadn't I paid attention to the fact that ODNB has free podcasts& *grabs podcasts*

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/russia/5445161/Russia-accuses-Poland-of-starting-Second-World-War.html

I really, really hope it's a local-level defense ministry fuckup.

Somehow I started thinking about Reid. I mean, he's a good profiler and is definitely qualified to 'read' people: take, for example, 3.19 and that murdered girl's father. However, his talk with JJ in 4.24 makes it seem as if he _doesn't_ see who he is talking to and how the other person in the conversation reacts. Does he compartmentalize that well? I never thought you truly could stop being a profiler for a time and then 'turn it back' again. And if he does compartmentalize, it obviously goes to hell when it comes to his own issues (take 4.07 or, possibly, 3.16).

Am ded from work. However, will be better next week. I think. I hope.

Somewhere in the depths of my computer I found a song I like a lot, by someone called Ann Percival. However, I can't find any other songs anywhere. Oh well, I'm still in search of music that suits my mood right now.