I watched a film called Masjävlar last night. It's about a woman who moved from rural Sweden into Stockholm escaping small-town rituals for big town ones (namely stopping the taxi home in Stureplan to vomit) and her tumultuous trip back up North for her Dads birthday. It's a really simple but beautifully told story and it really does something to me. I cried a solitary tear while Paula snored beside me, nonplussed in that special Scandinavian way. But I say if you get the chance, please watch it.
Look! Paint! on a page! This is a good sign I am inch by inch moving towards the holy grail of producing things rather then merely thinking about them.

Um... The content aint so great. I'll give you that.
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