"When a skunk needs killin'--well, it ain't enough to say a skunk's a skunk"--How the West Was Won.
Dreamed of waiting to see a spaceship take off for the moon and ending up in the crew; seeing trees on the moon below and pointing out that the moon had no trees; a non-existent Warner Brothers cartoon with a cameo by the CBC's Friendly Giant playing his recorder; wanting to tell Father about it but finding him on the phone with a used-book buyer.
Baked rye bread.
Dinner was McDonald's.
Joined the Introvert Meetup at Danforth Bowl again. (I didn't get any strikes this time.) There was a Japanese guy who bowled like a champ.
Finished the travel issue of Lapham's Quarterly.
Saw How the West Was Won yet again, on DVD. Cheesy, vulgar triumphalism with some odd casting (Gregory Peck as a gambler?), it's a guilty pleasure.
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