"Now they shall know why they are afraid of the dark!"--typical line in Conan the Barbarian
Dreamed of being in the back seat of a car driven by a Hispanic called Pedro; a specially-bred birch tree whose white bark was marked by several multicoloured outgrowths; being offered one of five DVDs and unable to choose (including the Scarface remake, which I expect to see in a cinema next week); looking in vain on a map of northern Ontario for a former boomtown called Revelstock, after hearing that the actual B.C. town of Revelstoke had been dismissed as "the new Revelstock."
Moira borrowed a CD of Frank Sinatra music from a friend. Neither of us care for that.
My Foreign Legion story "March or Die" is two pages long!
Tried to send Goodenough Collegte a confirmation of my reservation, but I couldn't get it through.
Dinner was beef stroganoff. (Moira made it, and says it's easy.)
Saw some more silent films by Germaine Dulac. Her sophisticated sensibility about women seems ahead of its time.
Saw John Milius' Conan the Barbarian (for the second time--I went through an Arnold Schwarzenegger phase in my early twenties) at the Royal. Pretty fatuous and cheesy. [One critic said it was set in "the Stoned Age"!]
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