This is New Jersey, and when you play my... when you play my joint, you're just another act

Another day, another couple of thousand kroeners! We're almost out of the little apartment and not a moment too soon. Everyone is going kind of bonkers being on top of each other and falling over gear and furniture. It never ceases to amaze me where we end up making movies. People pick the funniest little spots and cram them full of guys and gear and then wonder why it's such a pain in the ass to make the day's schedule. Hmm, maybe it's because we have to climb over each others backs to get to our gear or to set. Maybe it's because the apartment can't pull enough power to run all the lights and the sound cart and the video cart and the refrigerator and blah, blah, blah. I like that it's the same here in Stockholm as it is in "big time" LA. Movie making, that ain't no job for a man!

The best part of the day had to be when we all sat around a small dining room and watched the lead actor noisily eat sea food soup. It was fucking hilarious, they needed wild sound to loop over later in post and it was just surreal. I couldn't stop laughing thinking about the oddness of me, in Stockholm, watching a man eat bouillabaisse for a Swedish film while all around me everyone shared in the commonality of humor. Loud slurping sounds kill in any language. Sweet, world comedy tour starts now!

Hey, Heinz ketchup in Stockholm tastes nothing like it does in the States. It's approximately 5 million times sweeter and tastes vaguely of barbecue sauce. Odd what you notice. Also, one of the Hannibal Lechter films is playing at a slightly higher pitch than the original such that Anthony Hopkins' Lechter now sounds like Truman Capote. Or at least what every actor makes Capote sound like these days. Fascinating, right?