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Sean Astin is supposed to be signing his memoir in one of Chicago's Borders stores just about now. I seriously considered going there... but it's in downtown Chicago, so if I went by car, I would probably spend the entire afternoon looking for a parking space (being the lousy and not very experienced driver that I am, going downtown always makes me nervous). And if I took the train, I would have to walk at least an hour from the station to the store. Which might be nice in another season, but as it happens, the weather just got quite cold, and I didn't exactly fancy such a long walk in the sharp, biting wind (Windy City Special, so to speak). So I didn't go... and now I sort of regret it (especially that now, as I'm writing this, the sun has just come out and it seems to be getting warmer...). I wonder if I'd have gone nonetheless, had it been any other member of the Fellowship. Probably yes (needless to say, I would walk through an Arctic blizzard to see Viggo, even if I were to pass out at the sight of him and be taken away for resuscitation;). Not that I have anything personal against poor Astin. He was just as brilliant as all the rest. He just happens to be my least favorite, I guess...

And now, to change the topic a little bit... I got a little behind in commenting on my favorite fics, mainly because of the recent troubles with my laptop, but I keep reading as much slash as ever.;) Especially since I discovered Aniron. I actually think that place is dangerous, since it somehow always thwarts my honest attempts at going to bed before midnight and sleeping seven hours like a normal, healthy person.;) I just cannot let go of the sensual delights.:P Maybe it's my own fault - after all, I didn't exactly have to start reading five or so different series at once. But I LOVE long series - the more chapters, the better. Even if I tend to get too involved and feel horribly frustrated if a series remains unfinished.;) I am taking all this far too seriously, I swear. I probably need therapy. Is it healthy when some slashy fanfics actually give a reader more satisfaction than any "serious" literature ever has? And I don't necessarily mean the sex. I mean the LOVE. The unquenchable, eternal love. Well... I am just hopelessly romantic, I guess. And since real life obviously doesn't provide what I need, I get high on RPS. Or FPS. And lately my extensive research on Aniron has proved most worthwhile, bringing more loveliness than I can possibly handle.;) I was especially happy to discover loads and loads of stories by Sandy G (=Spanky) and Razzle. I had no idea those ladies wrote so much!! And since Spanky got some gushing from me already, I just have to praise Razzle again. There's too many stories I have recently read to leave a comment under every single one, so let me just say it here. Razzle - you are a genius. And I love you. You make me think, or smile, or laugh, or cry - almost all the time. Your style is so structured, so well-executed and full of psychological insight - and yet so totally romantic, so emotional... I honestly don't know how the hell you do it, how you manage to tread that thin line between quietly detached and heartbreakingly intense, between tragic and ironic - but you never falter. I'm probably not making much sense right now... but anyway, in case you're reading this: I might not always leave a comment under every chapter, but I'm devouring everything you ever wrote and getting increasingly hungry for more...