Dinner was sausage and mashed potatoes.
Went to an Aspergers Meetup at Neisau's place. We played The Amazeing Labyrinth again, then I introduced the others to Ticket to Ride.
Dinner was sausage and mashed potatoes.
Went to an Aspergers Meetup at Neisau's place. We played The Amazeing Labyrinth again, then I introduced the others to Ticket to Ride.
Dreamed of Vincent Canby's The New York Times review of Heaven's Gate, which called it "an unqualified disaster."
Went shopping.
Dinner was tortellini.
Went to the Games Meetup. I played Revolution (a new game), Mille Bornes (a new card game about auto racing), and Ticket to Ride. I would have left a bit early but I had to wait till some others were finished with my Smallworld game.
Rhoda: "Ma, you're not 'with it.' You're without it!"--The Mary Tyler Moore Show
Ted: "I make it anonymous (he meant 'unanimous')--ibid.
I've widened my Farmville property and now have a combined harvester-tractor-seeder that'll work nine mini-plots at once!
It's cold enough to start wearing long johns.
Dinner was the rest of the pasta and stuff.
At opera rehearsal we went through the program for Sunday's fundraiser.
Started reading the city issue of Lapham's Quarterly.
"My name is... Miss Rhoda Morgenstern"--The Mary Tyler Moore Show
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.
Dreamed of white Rhodesian leader Ian Smith.
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.)
"I've brought shame unto my parents."
"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.