Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Harry Potter and Thanksgiving 2010

So we went to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, part 1, one of these weekends (that all seem to melt together into one big ball of sunshine). It was interesting, not so much because of the movie but because of the amazing audience. One third geeks, one third children and one third stoners? Anyway, the first sign of us being in for a fun night was when everyone broke out into applause after a ridiculous trailer. Not just any applause, mind you, but ironic applause. After that, all was lost. Movie actually started = clap clap clap. A decent joke = clap clap clap clap... CLAP. Harry half naked - huge cat whistle wave through the whole theater.

America, fuck yeah! (Corey: "did you know that whenever Americans think of America they automatically add 'fuck yeah' after?")

The other thing that happened recently was Thanksgiving. I obviously knew it was a big deal (I've watched TV), but I didn't expect it to be... like Christmas. Well, anyway, it was fun. I came, I saw, I ate. Except I had a hangover very nearly the whole day, so my eating was pretty pathetic for Thanksgiving. I didn't mean to be hungover, but Corey wanted to try Four Lokos the night before, so we did. I didn't expect to get drunk from one can. Usually I can drink quite a bit before I even get tipsy. Four lokos might get banned. I wouldn't grieve.

Anyhow, I loved the corn casserole, the turkey, the cranberries and the stuffing. Most everything was good, actually. We had pies from Village Inn - French Silk, Pumpkin Pie and Apple Pie. I loved the apple one, the others were a bit much. We got a huge tray of leftovers to take home. We are such gluttons that we finished it last night already.

We also taught Corey's mom to play poker. She won. I failed at Guitar Hero. Me and Corey's mom watched half of SATC 2 while her boyfriend and Corey played a Star Wars game on the PS3. In the same room. Which meant we all kept raising the volume to hear SATC over Star Wars and vice versa.

One last thing: before dinner Corey's mom was called upon to say grace. She rushed through something generic, then said "let next year be good and please bring us lots of money." Amen to that!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Cold fronts and Gizmo the Cat

Florida is weird. Apparently, it won't get cold and stay cold. Instead, cold fronts will appear from time to time, make it cold for a few days or so, and then go right back to 80 degrees. Fine by me, as long as the heat does come back.

This weekend however, there IS a cold front. The air is cool and crisp, as opposed to making you wonder if you accidentally walked into the shower instead of out the front door.

When I say cold, though, it's not exactly COLD. I'd say it feels like late August in Sweden. You don't need long sleeves in the middle of the day. It's 72 degrees, or 22 if you like it metric. Morning and night are way chillier. I'm really hoping it's true that the heat's going to return. Swedish I might be, but a Viking I ain't. I couldn't stand the cold, so I got out of the freezer Sweden :)

We were going to do a roadtrip to the Keys this weekend, but of course there just had to be a hurricane, so in Tampa we stayed. It turned out to be the perfect weekend, with drinks and laughs in great company, sweet potatoes with honey butter and cinnamon, horseback riding and best of all, my future mother in law gave us Gizmo the Persian cat! At the moment he seems quite disconcerted, hiding behind the TV, but he'll come round.

Sorry, did I say Gizmo the cat? Scratch that, I meant to say owl. Anyway, he's awesome, and he just came out from his TV corner. :)

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Freedom Fries

ETA: No, I'm not bashing America. I'm just disagreeing with the notion that Americans are so free and Swedes so constricted. That's why this post contains examples of restriction in the US and freedom in Sweden. I'm not being anti America. This post also contains the following things: sarcasm, a touch of satire and rhetorics.

When Americans bash Sweden it's usually about our horrible socialism, our nanny state and our inability to smile or speak without massive quantities of alcohol. Some Americans say they don't feel as free in Sweden as they do in the US.

Hang on. Free to do what, exactly? Free to not have health insurance so that you will be completely and utterly fucked the moment it turns out you're not Superman/Wonderwoman? Free to be completely dependent on your car (since you can't get anywhere without it)? Free to spend thousands upon thousands of dollars on college?

My fiance's school tried to force him to live on campus for his freshman year. What the fuck! He's twenty years old and even by American standards considered an adult. Why would his fucking SCHOOL try to decide where he lives?! That's just such a fucking joke.

You're not allowed to drink alcohol outside. Takes the fun out of picnics, to be sure. A passenger in a car can't drink either. Said 20 year old fiance of mine can't legally drink AT ALL. He can get married and drive, but have a glass of wine or a beer? Nope.

The only really bad thing about Swedish socialism in my opinion is the alcohol monopoly. The state controls alcohol, and its stores close at 2 PM on Saturdays. This truly sucks. But nowadays it is easy, cheap and legal to order alcohol online from stores in Germany. Anyway, the monopoly will most probably be gone in a few years.

Apart from that, I've never really felt restricted by the Swedish state. I've been pretty much left on my own since I turned 18. I've never heard of advisors at Swedish universities. Not that there's anything wrong with advisors, hell I wish I'd had one. I'm just saying, we've got as much individual freedom as you guys do, or more. Really. We're not being treated like babies. Yes, there is a safety net enabling us to get sick or hurt without ruining our lives forever, but guess what, the safety net is below us for IF we fall, not over our heads trapping us.

As for the economy and the Swedish shyness, I'll adress that in another post because right now I crave breakfast.

Disclaimer: I don't necessarily think Sweden is "better". My point, for now, is only this: the concept of "freedom fries" is bullshit.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Things American People Like

Having been in this country for over a month now I have been able to study its population in its natural habitat. Without further ado, these are Things American People Like.

  • Doggy bags. Because wasting food is wasting money, and if you have leftovers in your fridge you don't need to cook. Combining frugality with laziness, the REAL American dream!
  • Driving. Americans like their cars. Even if they're just going to the convenience store around the corner. This is a big one.
  • Air freshener. Americans have a thing against... nature. Everything has to be clean and perfect at all times. But they're lazy as well, so why attack the root of the problem when they can just spray some of those nice chemicals all over their home?
  • Ridiculously strong toothpaste. Many brands of toothpaste here contain hydrogen peroxide. The whole nation is pretty obsessed with unnaturally white teeth.
  • Wheelchairs for the ablebodied. At places like Walmart and the mall you will find wheelchairs to borrow. Walking through such a big place is just too damn tiresome. 
  • Meals with a side of boobs. Hooters, Jugs 'n Mugs, and many other restaurant chains tempt customers with their scantily clad waitresses. Waitresses who have boobs.
  • HUGE fucking pizzas. Pizzas that are 17 inches large. Pizzas that need their own little table in restaurants. Pizzas that will turn into leftovers in your fridge and feed you for days on end. 
  • Spending money on weird fitness schemes that are advertised on TV. Does anyone actually buy those? The commercials continue, so someone must. They are probably the same people you see driving around in wheelchairs at Walmart.
  • Mouthwash. Because floss and tooth paste with peroxide simply aren't killing enough germs.
  • Carpet. Stone or wood floors are simply too uncomfortable for Americans' delicate feet, since they never use them for anything else than the gas pedal.
  • Bug spray. So they can fill their houses with even more harmful chemicals. 
  • Hand disinfectant. Americans like their hands to be sterile at all times.
  • Malls. Stores in the streets, are you kidding me!? There's no such thing as pedestrians, so nobody would ever notice a shop in a street. For a store to succeed it needs to have a parking place.
  • Pitchers. Why order a single beer or margarita when you can get a whole pitcher at once? Cheper AND easier. Obviously, you're aiming to get completely hammered. 
  • Decorating. On Halloween, suburban homes more or less turn into haunted houses. It's true, I've seen it. What, jack-o'-lanterns you say? Psssht. REAL Americans have mechanical hissing cats and skeletons hanging from spider webs in their garden.
  • Turning the air conditioner up too much. If you're in the subtropics and you have a restaurant, why not provide your guests with relief from the sweltering heat? While you're at it, make sure to set it to 60 degrees (15 C). That way people won't linger.
  • Overkill packaging. Everything such as gum and candy needs to be individually wrapped. Egg cartons are generally plastic and sometimes they'll have TWO "lids". 
  • Drive through fast food places. Nobody ever goes INTO a McDonald's or a Taco Bell.
  • Service. Unlike us Swedish people who don't want to bother people by demanding they do what they're paid for, Americans have put great customer service down to an art. In a restaurant, someone will bring you refills of water or ice tea before you've even finished your first glass. When an employee passes you in a grocery store, he or she will invariably ask how you're doing and if you need help finding something.
  • Small talk. They're expert at it and they do it everywhere, all the time. Sometimes I wonder if they all secretly already know each other. That's the way it seems when alleged strangers effortlessly strike up a conversation. Maybe it's obligatory to know everyone in your county. I strongly suspect they have secret gatherings where they get to know one another. 
  • Fitted sheets! Sheets that wrap around the mattress and actually stay on until you decide to remove them. Swedish sheets suck. They generally stay in place for about a minute and a half. IKEA may be from Sweden, but we've got nothing on you guys. 
What did I miss?