Yesterday my dad and I went to LACMA to see the exhibit on Stanley Kubrick. He was a filmmaker who made, among other things, Lolita, The Shining, 2001 Space Odyssey, and Dr. Strangelove: Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. I actually haven't seen any of his movies, and after seeing the exhibit there are some that I really want to see and some that I really DON'T want to see.
They had production photographs, original props, video clips...it was pretty cool.
Then Dad and I went and took a second look at an exhibit called Metropolis II. I don't remember who it's by, but it is very cool. Think the biggest train set EVER, except that it only has a few trains. Mostly it has little toy cars whizzing around. They turn it on and off every hour or so (there's a schedule with the exhibit) and there are all kinds of fantasy buildings that the cars go around. It's pretty awesome.
On our way home, Dad and I stopped and wandered around this one street with a lot of stores and stuff. We happened upon a wine and cheese shop.
As a Monty Python fan, I couldn't resist.
We went in and looked around. I grabbed a little chocolate thingy to buy as a pre-apology, then went up to the counter.
"That everything?" asked the woman ringing me up.
I adopted a faint British accent. "Actually, I was wondering...do you have any Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?"
"You'd have to ask the deli," said the woman, apparently unfazed.
I figured it would end there, but after she gave me the chocolate thing she turned and yelled, "HEY MIKE, DO WE HAVE ANY VENEZUELAN BEAVER CHEESE?"
This was when my dad, who was looking at a different shelf, figured out what I was up to.
This blond guy comes out from the back of the shop. "Venezuelan...?"
"Venezuelan, uh, Beaver Cheese," repeated the woman.
He frowned. "I don't think so..."
Dad laughed and explained that we were just messing with them. Then we told the guy (who was actually British) about the Cheese Shop Sketch. And if you haven't seen it and this whole story made no sense to you, then watch this!