August 21, 2011

    Went to a Classical Music Meetup event:  a chamber music concert at Mount Pleasant Cemetery.  The group performed string quartets by Mozart and Dvorak.  The weather started out fine, but during the intermission we hurried from the outdoor marquee to an indoor chapel, and barely escaped a downpour complete with thunder!

    The rain largely ended before the concert did, so we made a pilgrimage to pianist Glenn Gould's grave. (The cemetery people drove us there in a couple of CNE-like minibuses.) We saw a deer in a wooded area!  I'd borrowed an illustrated guide to the place from the library, but didn't get around to doing much exploring.

    Dinner was African stew.

    In the Kingdoms of Camelot computer game, the leader of our alliance has set up a city for collecting resources, so I've started sending my huge reserves there.

August 20, 2011

    Dreamed of living with some horrid people and having to move out.

    Went to a Games Meetup in High Park. (I met Evgenia and a friend there and they joined us for some of the games.) I played Apples to Apples, and two new games called That's Life and Show Manager.

    Dinner was the rest of the corn.

    I've started the Frontierville spinoff computer game Pioneer Trail.  Still not sure whether I'll persist with it...

    Saw a DVD documentary about 20th Century Fox movies. (None of Joan Collins' early roles.)

August 19, 2011

    Today we did go to Orchard Home Farm, but the Gravenstein apples won't be ripe for another ten days.  We did get some Ginger Golds.

    Baked white bread.

    Dinner was corn on the cob, which we bought at Gillespie's near Orchard Home Farm.  Sweet!

    Went to another classroom films show at the Trash Palace.  I bought my ticket through a Meetup group. (The place was sold out!)

August 18, 2011

"Two words:  Get over it!"--Mystery Science Theatre 3000

    Got up early because we were going to Orchard Home Farm.  But Mother didn't feel like it, so we decided to go tomorrow.

    I went back to bed, and stayed there six hours!

    Dinner was McDonald's.

    Saw the DVD of the Mystery Science Theatre 3000 version of Tormented.

August 17, 2011

Chief Wiggum (punishing some childen): "Let this be a lesson to you:  kids never learn!"--The Simpsons

    Dreamed of forgetting that my Ph.D. thesis had passed; sunny weather changing to rain really quickly.

    Went shopping.

    Went to the Loblaw's superstore near St. Clair & Bathurst to inquire about renting a room for the Musical Run-Through Meetup.  Then I went to Wychwood Library and borrowed the illustrated guide to Mount Pleasant Cemetery.

    Dinner was African stew.

    Went to the NDP nomination meeting for the provincial election. (Afterward I picked up a few more clearance-priced books at Book City.)

August 16, 2011

"It looks quiet."

"Like a graveyard"

--Attack!

On a group of German POWs: "The mean one's the captain.  Just like in any army"--ibid.

    Dreamed of a movie about the destruction of a bridge off the northern coast of Jutland in Denmark, with Angelina playing a Nazi in jodhpurs and riding boots.

    Dinner was curried shrimp.

    Saw the DVD of Robert Aldrich's Attack!  It's one of the better 1950s war movies, gripping and straightforward. (The ending was a bit ambiguous.) Jack Palance and Lee Marvin came from the age of Real Men!

August 15, 2011

    Dreamed of asking how tall you had to be, to be a general in the army.

    Went to Evgenia's apartment for an Asperger's Meetup, but there was nobody there.

    My Metropass for August got lost in the mail.  Today I finally got around to going to Davisville station, where they gave me a replacement.

    Dinner was linguini pesto (which I cooked).

    I was going to participate in a Ticket to Ride tournament at Snakes and Lattes--even brought my game set--but I was 20 minutes late and the tournament was already full! (I should have asked Father to drive me there, but he'd already driven me in th morning.) Moira's been having a bad day too.

    Saw the DVD of the 2003 revival of Thornton Wilder's Our Town, with Paul Newman as the narrator.  It gets pretty sad.