"'Tell me now, then,' said Will. 'And remember, it's no good telling me what I should do--none of it matters to me, none. Only Lyra matters, and my mother. And that,' he added to Balthamos, 'is the point of all this metaphysical speculation, as you called it'"--The Amber Spyglass
Dreamed of reading in either The Globe and Mail or The National Post that there were going to start carrying the comic strip Rick O'Shay (which folded back in the '70s); trying to find the newspaper section that mentioned it; a sports team turning into a choir to sing the coach's favourite song; a movie with Frankie Muniz helping out an unlucky fellow teenager.
Got a whole shear of Menomonee Falls Guardian issues (just for Popeye and Alley Oop) and a Rick O'Shay paperback.
Saw the documentary Broadway: The Golden Age at the Carlton. It consisteed of interviews with a lot of famous Broadway actors (Carol Channing, Julie Harris etc.) remember the fertile period between 1945 and the late 1960s. Conventional but interesting.
Dinner was Burger King.
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