"Just because you've been a slutty, irresponsible slutty slut..."--Weeds
Went to an Asperger's Meetup. We met at the Tim Horton's east of the Bloor-Yonge station.
Baked rye bread.
Went shopping.
Dinner was stir-fry.
Saw the DVD The Golden Age of British Comedy, with sketches from the 1940s through the 1960s.
I read about the new Projection Booth cinema and on their webpage found a link to the Silent Toronto blog, a fascinating read about Toronto's deceased cinema palaces.
Dreamed of a British ad promoting disaster response by government, narrated with a Welsh accent; water flowing out of a manhole.
Dinner was beef stroganoff.
Went to a Coro Verdi rehearsal for Sunday's mass.
Dreamed of uncovering a large penis unconnected to anything.
Visited Dr. Ang. (My CT scan turned out negative.)
I had such a long wait for the doctor that I was late for dinner, which was chicken curry.
"I make dresses for women who really wear them!"--Valentino
Dreamed of being about to get on a cruise ship in Moncton, where we'd suffer amnesia and be given new identities; playing a Farmville-like computer game where one area turned out to produce poisonous food.
Dinner was Swiss Chalet takeout rotisserie.
Went to a screening of the fashion documentary Valentino: The Last Emperor at Studio 561 near Bathurst station, as part of an Art Meetup. (Jeanne Beker, of the fashion show FTV, appeared briefly.)
Afterward I went to Book City and bought some books that were priced to clear. (We might resell them at a profit...)
Dreamed of an actual line in the children's book The Travels of Babar: "Real war is not a joke."
Neisau's right: that Hotshot game is addictive!
John and Kathrine came over for dinner, which was pizza. (I burnt my mouth again!)
Went to Nepeta's games event at the Fox and Fiddle near St. Clair station. I played The Amazeing Labyrinth, Settlers of Catan (which I won!) and the Monopoly-based card game Deal, which I didn't quite figure out.
I was a long time getting home because the Salsa on St. Clair street festival had queered up the St. Clair Avenue transport.
This weekend is the noisy nearby Salsa on St. Clair Festival, so the parents and I visited Brampton to escape the noise. (We were going to see the play Cat on a Hot Tin Roof at Niagara on the Lake, but Father wasn't up to driving that far!)
We went to Downey's Farm Store in Caledon, picked some raspberries (too few were ripe) and bought some strawberries in the store.
We ate at the original Mandarin Restaurant in Brampton. That place is huge!
After we got home, I strolled around Salsa on St. Clair.
Dreamed of an obituary of Peanuts cartoonist Charles M. Schulz.
Baked multigrain bread.
Dinner was salmon.
Went on an art walk in Yorkville. One of the galleries we went to had an exhibit of Picasso etchings. (Many of them have already sold for huge prices!)
Dreamed of the true story of frontiersman Tom Horn; living on the moon; a Chinese man sitting next to me giving my arm a nasty pinch for no reason; returning to earth with its blue skies, and singing the Al Jolson song "Blue Skies."
