Tillfällig gäst i ditt liv

We went to see Jonas Gardell, who's on tour with his show 'Tillfällig gäst i ditt liv', last night. I've never seen him live before, and I have to say, he was absolutely fantastic. Even my mum, who was hesitant about coming since she's never quite been able to stomach him, loved it.

He's just so damn funny. "Till er kvinnor i publiken har jag en sak att säga. Ni tror, att ni i en enda man ska hitta den perfekta älskaren, den trogna vännen, och den fantastiska pappan. Kvinnor! Män är inga Kinder-ägg!" We were seated on the eleventh row, which turned out to be just perfect. Any closer would have been very not good, because the first thing he did when he came out on stage was to hand out raincoats to the people on front row, and boy, did they need them. Because onstage he carried with him two buckets full of water, and proceeded to throw water on people up front every now and then when he felt we weren't laughing enough.

And poor Mark was the butt of a lot of jokes. Apparently he steals shampoo bottles with him when they're staying at hotels.
He's bald.
And apparently, it's also impossible to talk dirty when you're speaking 'finlandssvenska'. "Kan ni företälla er, där kommer han på kvällen, 'Jonas, ta mig i brasan'. Det låter ju som om vi ska grilla korv! ... Ja, vilket vi ju i och för sig ska, på ett sätt." Hee.

God, that man is awesome. I walked out of there with my cheeks hurting from smiling and laughing for two hours straight.

At least I didn't *actually* yell at her.

I think I might be harbouring a lot of penned up aggression. I was on my bike yesterday, on my way home from school, and had to stop at a red light. The moment it turned green, this woman came up behind me and raced past me. Then, when I got to do the same thing to her a few minutes later, I mentally yelled, "Yeah, take that, bitch!"

This could also explain my glee at all the violent deaths they do on Supernatural these days. Forced to drink Drano, corroding mouth and throat? Yaaay! Falling on a running saw blade? Woooo! Fork through the neck, sticking out through guy's mouth? AWESOME! What do you mean, it's awful? Give me more GOOOORE!

I'm not sure whether I should be worried.

On a completely different note, my handball team is sucking out loud this season. I don't understand why. Last season we were one game away from making it to the the semi finales, and this season we've started off by losing five games out of seven. What the hell happened?
And yes, I say 'we' instead of 'they'. Shut up.

In which I'm overinvested.

In eight days, the Bare album and DVD (dudes, check it out) is released, and I am so very, very excited. Although I'll admit it, that when I first heard of this recording, I was almost as worried as I was excited, because this show means more to me than any other save for perhaps Rent, and I was afraid they'd screw it up somehow.

But, with each little clip I've seen I've become a little less worried, and that is a lot thanks to Matt Doyle who plays Peter. Yeah, he's got a fantastic voice and he looks and sounds like Peter, but above all I just feel so relieved when I hear him talk about the show. He gets it, he gets Peter, and you get the feeling that he actually cares about the story, cares about the characters, and that he isn't just singing the songs. And to an overinvested nerd like me, that matters.
I can't wait to hear 'See Me'. And 'Ever After' - James Snyder seems like a great Jason, too, from the little you got to see (the note he hits at the end of the line 'of such peace' hits me right there), and I'm looking forward to hearing them sing against each other other than in 'Bare'.

Oh, and there's another clip from BroadwayWorld, with parts of 'Are You There?' (heh, the guy who plays Matt looks kinda geeky - it's not how I picture Matt, but it's cute) and 'Role of a Lifetime'.

This could turn out sofa king good.
/nerd

Gigglesnorting is good for your health.

Ida, one thing is for sure. When we do our season 3 marathon, 'Bad Day at Black Rock' needs to be in there, if only because of two things:

"I lost my shoe." :hearts Sammy so much:

"Don't play with my Jesus." Seriously, I blame fandom for the dirty place my mind went to at that line.

In linguistic news, this is a question I one day hope to be able to ask someone: Får jag följa några köttsliga punkter på dina pariga muskler?
The credit for it belongs to Frida, but I still love it and will totally steal it.

Oh, also in linguistic news - this is my absolute favourite website at the moment. So much fun. My favourite is the male speaker from Pine Bluff in Arkansas... Damn, that's what I call a drawl. (Okay, this guy from Edinburgh is a close second.)
Although this one has to be wrong, doesn't it? It doesn't sound like a 33 year old male, and to my (untrained) ears it sure doesn't sound very Dublin-y, either, but maybe I'm just prejudiced.

It's a shame they only do English, but it's still fun.

Name dropping

So, it seems I might be getting myself a bunny one of these days - I'm going absolutely crazy here without something soft and furry and warm to hug.
This means I get the job of trying to think of names for the little bugger. So far, the ones I have are Bailey, Whiskey, Ziggy, Pippin, Puck, Flotsam (which will probably turn into Sammy) or Smirnoff.

*longs for bunny*

Meh.

I have no words for how bad I want these shoes. Look how pretty they are. The only thing stopping me, you know, besides the 83 dollars thing, is that I don't get the sizes. It starts at size five? And goes to eleven? I've always been size three when I shop outside of Sweden. This can't be the same chart.

Today has been a sort of sucky day. Went to the doctor about my ear - yes, again - and he proceeded to torture me thoroughly. There was digging and rinsing and suctioning and I wanted to curl into a ball and whimper like the sissy three-year old I really am. Apparently it looked like there had been some sort of bleeding inside the ear, which, what the fuck? Bleeding? In my ear? Why? And on top of that I had an inflammation in my ear canal, which means I'm now taking the same stupid drops I got before summer when it played up, and they're causing the same stupid cut-off feeling and hearing loss as they did then.

To top it all off, while I was there being tortured, my mum went for a walk and ended up falling and hurting her ankle. She's at the hospital now getting X-rayed, to see whether it's broken or just really badly sprained.

Told you it sucked.

They throw parties every Sunday.

When I walk home from uni I sometimes walk past the church, which I did today. A couple of boys was standing there, just looking up at it, and just when I was walking by one of them turned to look at the other and said in this completely awed voice, "That is wild, dude!" I almost started laughing right there. Sure, it's a nice church, but 'wild' isn't really the word I would have chosen to describe it.

And a part of me got all giddy about hearing the word 'dude'. I was a little jealous of them for getting to use it. Lucky native English speakers.

I have recently discovered that I wasn't alone in crushing on a few animated characters when I was little. Teithiwr and I bonded over our love for fox-Robin (as in Robin Hood), and apparently there are more - sick, sick - people like me who crushed on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I was a Michelangelo girl myself, from what I can remember. But the worst thing? The worst, most embarrassing animated-character crush of them all? Launchpad McQuack from Duck Tales. There, I said it. He was so totally cool and dreamy.
... I was little!

Supernatural finally comes back tonight, which...

Dude.