An oft-noted feature of language is that it affords the routine creation of unique, never-before-uttered sentences. For instance. Today was mostly sunny, breezy, and not so cold, and so after heading down to the new mall (formerly advertised as the biggest in Scandinavia, a claim revised to biggest in Denmark after some belated fact-checking), I returned to my neighborhood and, after a mediocre sandwich and very good cookie, climbed the spiral steeple of Our Savior's Church with, for no particular reason, the chorus to "I Spent my Last Ten Dollars on Birth Control and Beer" stuck in my head. While I was presumably alone in my selection, I did squeeze past other musically entraced folk wending through the maze of wooden staircases, crossbeams, and ladders below the spire.
Tourist one: "Who waaaaaaants .... to liiiiiiiivve .... foREVarrrr ...."
Tourist two: "? ... Highlandah!"
Tourist one: "Qveen!"

The view was spectacular and acrophobic.

In other news, I'm on a month-long hiatus from Danish class due to scheduling conflicts. I watched the last seven episodes of Angel thanks to the magic of BitTorrent, and found the series finale far more satisfying than Buffy's. Unlike Buffy, which was consistently better than television until its often dreary deathmarch of a final season, Angel flirted with elements of mediocrity, especially in its fourth season, when its creative genius, Joss Whedon, split himself between three different television shows and his wife had a new baby. And where the show suffered most, I learned, wasn't in fact that Joss had less time to doctor the scripts. It was that his megalomania, combined with his overcommittment, meant that the production staff were unable to perform such basic duties as scouting locations and scheduling actors. This supports my working theory that most project (tv show; business; etc) fail bacause they get the easy things wrong, more often than because they get the hard things wrong.

Anyway, by the time I tuned back into Angel late in the last season, Joss was apparently back in full force, and I think the pressure of unexpected cancellation pushed him to write a better resolution than he might otherwise have indulged in.

In other other news, I now prefer milk chocolate to dark chocolate. No word on how long this phase will last.