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Saturday, Pictures at an Exhibition.
The Salvation Army (it's called something else in Swedish, but I can't be arsed to get up and check the bag) has a great second-hand furniture section, and Lyndon found this huge, marvelous oak desk for only SEK4,200 (about $525 or £350, depending on which one of us is converting the price). All it needs is stripping and sanding, and it would be gorgeous--
Of course, I'd then have to armwrestle him for it. Decisions, decisions.
Then we spotted South Park, and there was much rejoicing (especially once we made sure it hadn't been translated into Swedish -- most movies over here are subtitled, but sometimes they'll dub animated movies so that kids can enjoy them. On second thought, it's pretty freaking obvious why they didn't do that with SP: BLaU). I've adored South Park since Patrick brought us a tape of the first six episodes when he visited in 1998, so we hung out at the little glassed-in coffeeshop in the theater (part of which can be seen behind Tina, to the left, and me, above) and chatted, plotted and played with my camera until Lyndon ambled back (I also took pictures of our snow-choked street and back yard -- bet you can't wait to see those!). The movie itself -- well, pretty much everybody knows the plot by now, so I won't go into that. I can see why Stephen Sondheim sent Matt and Trey a note congratulating them on producing the best musical of 1999, though -- there were at least ten musical numbers scattered throught the movie, in every style from Le Miz ("Vive La Resistance") to Oklahoma! ("Blame Canada!" which also scored an Oscar nomination for Best Song. I am definitely staying up for the Oscars this year just to see the production number for this one -- and what I wouldn't have given to see them nominate "Uncle Fucker"). And of course it was hilarious, but what really hit me were the throwaway lines that turned around and bit you in the ass, like the Mole's acid comment, "Did my mother care when she stabbed me in the heart with a clothes hanger while I was still in the womb?" Behind the animation, this movie takes no prisoners when it comes to issues like censorship, individual freedoms and personal responsibility. I like that in a movie. And by the way, is there some sexual perversion that Mrs. Cartman hasn't tried yet? |
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As usual, I'm terminally confused -- Lyndon's leaving on Sunday, not today. So instead of a wild night out (since getting on a plane headed to America with a hangover is never fun), we decided to go out as a threesome and wander around Skärholmen for a bit. Skärholmen is a biggish suburb off to the south, mainly immigrants and working class people, and has the southern Stockholm IKEA store, a mall with a flea market and a big-ass Salvation Army store -- be still my skipdiver's heart.
--but we already have way too much stuff as it is. We're dumping the big metal desk, the home entertainment thingy from IKEA, the old couch and recliner, and a few other things when we leave, and we still have a hell of a lot to move, if and when that happens. Lyndon said last night that he may stay on a little while longer in order to pick up some more extra-TBS skills, so that give me more time to find a contract in the States, at least. I told him if I do get a Stateside contract (which means TBS pays for shipping), we'll come back and get the desk.
On a more amusing note, we finally saw "South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut." The original plan was to wander back into town and see "Toy Story 2," but Tina and I got to the theater five minutes after the first English-language showing had started (Lyndon was off wandering through Clas Olsson in search of a metal punch), and the second one wouldn't be for another five hours. Rats.