Archive for December, 2009
In all movie theaters in Germany, they come in to sell ice cream after the 20-30 minutes of advertisements and trailers before the main feature starts. This delay usually is barely tolerated by the audience, since you can buy the ice cream at the same time you buy your popcorn, so the whole procedure is rather redundant. But, in our consumer society, it is all about the sell.
Today, I went to see the new “Fame” movie. The audience was small and I was the only person over 16 in the audience. The young employee of the cinema came in to sell the ice cream. Only one person asked for a cone, much to the relief of the people waiting for the film to start. When she left with her ice cream basket, she said, “Thanks. Have a good time!” and the young audience collectively said, “Your welcome. You too!” Now, some of the original responses might have been facetious, but collectively, it the responses were rather civil and well-wishing.
Sara is kindly spending the next while wrapping Christmas gifts. This is a tradition she started a few years ago. It means that I only have to wrap her presents! Thank you, sweety…
Last week, I was at a party and we were talking about “The Lord of the Rings” movies and CGI and plasticine make up… a lively conversation, made merry with the consumption of a fair amount of Christmas cookies and Swedish Glögge (hot spiced wine). In amongst the conversation of elves and ogres and fairy beings and why they all seemed to have rather strange ears, someone told me a fact about growing old, that I really didn’t need to know. She said that other than hair and nails, our ears and noses continue to grow and grow throughout our whole lives.
I didn’t think this could be true, for it would mean that old people must wander around with monster ears. Yet, sadly, the bus rides to work this week produced a whole slew of examples of elderly with exactly this problem. Was I the only person oblivious of this fact? I’m trying to think what I can do with my saucer ears if I grow old, the gods willing, other than use them to prop up my Princess Leia hair piece. Do you have any suggestions?
The sun was setting in the afternoon, adding a delightful glow to the two one-thousand-year-old rune stones.
Sat in a cafe yesterday for a few hours, being painfully exposed to the worst cafe singer ever. Every song sounded the same. It was obvious though, he thought he was fabulous, as he went on and on… never even took a break. I found out he’s there as a regular mondays, so guess what day i am not going to go to said cafe in future?