Last night Donald came over for dinner, which was churrasco chicken.
Saw the DVD of the first episode of The War That Made America, a PBS series dramatizing the French and Indian War. Didn't care for the present-tense narration and the talking head scenes.
Dinner was fettucine alfredo (which I cooked).
At choir practice we're now working on the Christmas concert. (This year we're doing Jingle Bells.)
Finished The Lexicon of Musical Invective.
Went on a walk with the Introvert Meetup along Yonge Street all the way from Queen to Eglinton!
Saw the DVD of the first episode of the second season of The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Phyllis is really funny.
Dinner was lasagna.
I also saw the DVD of the first episode of The Irish Empire, a documentary about the overseas Irish community.
Went to a Karaoke Meetup at Barplus. There were a dozen people there!
"He's creepy and he smells like flea-collar!"--Weeds
Dreamed of realizing I was late for opera rehearsal; the song "Wait Till the Sun Shines, Nellie."
Dinner was hash.
The family went to my choir's second Lucia di Lamermoor performance. They all liked it.
Journalist Peter Newman came by again to buy another book. (Mother says he's like Father.)
"That happens sometimes."
--Weeds
Dreamed of a tour bus stopping at Beech Hill Park (on the Trans-Canada Highway between Moncton and my hometown Sackville, N.B.); trying to read a book but being stuck on a single paragraph.
Went to see my shrink Dr. Hassan.
Dinner was KFC.
Saw the DVD of the first episodes of Every Picture Tells a Story, with Waldemar Januszak telling the background stories behind famous paintings. Fascinating.
"They usually have a wife, but not always in England"
--The Maltese Falcon
To a flatfoot team: "What's your boyfriend getting at, Tom?"--ibid.
Dreamed of being in my hometown Sackville on the day of the spring convention at my alma mater Mt. Allison University; deciding not to attend it.
Went shopping.
I've reached Level 25 in Farmville and opened a bakery!
Went to an Aspergers Meetup at the Tim Horton's near St. Patrick station.
Dinner was salmon.
Saw a special screening of John Huston's The Maltese Falcon, yet again, at the Paramount. It still packs a punch: Humphrey Bogart dared to play Sam Spade as disturbingly tough. (Several Meetup groups went to see it, but I ended up seeing it independently.)
Baked whole wheat bread. (I was going to bake multigrain, but we're out of multigrain flour.)
Dinner was shepherd's pie.
At opera rehearsal, Die Fledermaus director Beatrice was grateful that we've memorized so much of the score already.
Dreamed of a werewolf movie climax being filmed in daytime(!) at the place where the US-Mexico border meets the Pacific Ocean; wondering why the area wasn't more urban.
Dinner was roast beef.
Skipped choir practice so I could see the DVD of the Steve Coogan movie Hamlet 2. (I waited till Moira returned from Kingston. I've been getting a bit behind in the zip.ca videos.
We also saw the DVD of the first episode of The Music of Primes, a show by the same people who made The Story of Math.
