I was at my grandmother's today, and happened upon a cosmetics' advert (infert? infomert?), in the guise of an article:

The amount of adult anti-age products is increasing season by season. Deterrent smart agents are available already for people in their twenties, who are eager to begin the use of youthening creams. Collagens, antioxidants and other ( Read more... )

We had no Winter this year. It's not even the end of February, and I'm sweating like a piglet just having got in. It's a lovely Spring day.

PS. I'll never grow too old for chocolate Easter eggs. There's such innocent excitement in unwrapping the tinfoil.

I just finished watching the four-hour mini-series on Doctor Zhivago, featuring Keira Knightley. I've also been following the fairly new Russian series on the same, enamoured by the quality they put in television productions these days. It's amazing how both, while keeping fairly true to the source material, have managed to interpret the characters ( Read more... )

The Dictionary of Deities and Demons in the Bible can be found on Google Books. It's a really shoddy scan, and as always, there are pages missing. But as it consists of encyclopedic entries, it's a minor bother. The articles have been written by top scholars, and while some of them do get a bit over-excited at times, it's still full of fascinating ( Read more... )

Third series. Some awesome stories. Some odd turns. ( Cut to spare anyone allergic to Who )

I just watched the second series of New Who in two days, as I got tired of the local Beeb using my tax money for harvesting shows off of American cable, rather than showing EBU solidarity. ( Spoilers to those that haven't )

I've never really understood it when, upon someone's death, people say "But they were so young and talented". Until right now. Heath Ledger was the actor of his generation, one that I always expected to grow into playing amazing parts in great movies. There seemed to be so much potential in him that for the first time, I kind of do feel robbed by ( Read more... )

˙ǝɹǝɥ oƃ 'ǝɯǝɯ ǝɥʇ ǝʇɐnʇǝdɹǝd oʇ

˙ɹǝɯɯnq ˙ǝlnpǝɥɔs lǝʌɐɹʇ ǝɥʇ uı ǝɹɐ sǝʇıs ǝƃɐ ǝzuoɹq ʎuɐɯ ɥƃnoɥʇ uǝʌǝ 'sǝıpnʇs ɹno ɟo ǝdoɔs ǝɥʇ ɟo ʇno ʇıq ɐ sı ɐɹǝ ɔıʇsıuǝllǝɥ ǝɥʇ ˙ɹǝɥʇıǝ 'uı ʇoƃ sǝnƃɐǝlloɔ ʎɯ ɟo ǝuou 'puɐɥ ɹǝɥʇo ǝɥʇ uo ʇnq ˙ɐıɹʎs oʇ ƃuıoƃ ǝq ʇ,uoʍ ı ʎlʇuǝɹɐddɐ 'os

I've had kind of a rotten week.

January 21st. No snow. +4 degrees Celcius.

I've now a lecturer who looks and sounds like a Dutch Sean Connery.

Season 3 of Lost finished here last night. I know that many people have completely lost interest in the series by now, but I'm just starting to get into it. Meaning that yesterday was the first time I seriously considered seeking spoilers for what's going to happen. And, upon finding out that you're not even a full season ahead in the US, decided ( Read more... )