Dreamed of a non-existent Classics Illustrated comic book from the 1950s, of a contemporary novel set in the postwar South that became a Coen Brothers movie.
Dinner was chicken divan.
Performed Die Fledermaus. Everyone's been talking about how good I was in the master class. (Giuseppe told Barbara my singing was "passionate.") Renee's Orlovsky wig almost came off at one point, which reminded me of a similar moment on The Red Skelton Show, in an episode with a Three Musketeers spoof.
Dreamed of sleeping at the top of a steep hill in London; waking up, realizing I'd damaged the hill and sneaking away.
Dinner was curried beef.
Went to the second master class for singers. There were fewer people this time.
Soldier: "I'm not going to be anyone's dead-body blanket!"--Weeds
Homer quotes:
"I don't have to be careful, I've got a gun!"
"But I swear to you, Marge, I never thought you'd find out!
--The Simpsons
Dreamed of looking for a new TV series about gangsters with John Cassavetes-style emotional drama.
In my break from the computer game Frontierville, I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed it!
Dinner was salmon.
Performed Madama Butterfly.
Dreamed of an upcoming movie about Virginia Woolf meeting a World War I soldier called Homer who kept the British establishment supplied with morphine; a character played by Arnold Schwarzenegger saying "I had a good prom, loved all the people there, but I wanted to burn that school to the ground!"
Dinner was roast beef.
Went to Siuseppe's masterclass at the Bickford Centre. (Someone sang a song from Les Miserables--P.U.!) I've never sung Schumann's "Widmung" at so fast a tempo before. I also sang "Le Veau d'Or" from Gounod's Faust, which impressed the others. It was thrilling to notice my voice echoing in the auditorium.
Finished the biography Merchant of Dreams. Louis B. Mayer is still something of a mystery to me.
To a policeman: "Search his car, hit him with your flashlight, do whatever you people do!"
--Weeds
Sign:
"Welcome to Manhattan
Home of the World-Weary Poseur"
--The Simpsons
Dreamed of sailing northwest in the Gulf of St. Lawrence past some tiny islands that had official monuments; learning in Grade 7 geography [as I actually did] about remote places in Australia where children got their school lessons over the radio.
Saw the DVD of a Ken Burns documentary about artist Thomas Hart Benton (for the second time).
Dinner was tortellini.
At choir practice we got into the rest of Rigoletto and started Theodore Dubois' oratorio The Seven Last Words of Christ again.
"Not my own!"
--A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum
Dreamed of a military school where the male and female cadets were trying to exterminate each other!
Performed Madama Butterfly. Moira saw it, but the parents will come later because Father's under the weather.
Saw the DVD of the BBC production of Ibsen's Little Eyolf, with Diana Rigg and Anthony Hopkins. I got sleepy once again.
Then I saw the DVD of Richard Lester's movie of the musical A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. It's a frantic, uneven adaptation.
Dreamed of Peter Brook's movie of Gurdjieff's Meetings With Remarkable Men (which I've seen); trying to find an entry on Gurdjieff in my biographical dictionary (he isn't in there).
Dinner was curried pork.
Performed Die Fledermaus. Sandra (my dance partner at the start of the second act) wants to rely on me to remind her whenever it's time to go onstage, but that wasn't in my job description!
Last night I baked gingerbread for the opera lobby refreshment sales.
Dreamed of a fire in the fireplace of our old house in Sackville, N.B.
Baked whole wheat bread.
Dinner was KFC.
Performed Madama Butterfly. (They had so much stuff to sell that my gingerbread didn't go out just yet.)
Yesterday I saw the DVD of Jacques Tourneur's The Cat People (for the second time). Great scene in the swimming pool!
Dreamed of reading the showbiz magazine Variety at the York University library (which I used to do in the 1990s); 1930s movie star Jean Harlow (whom I was just reading about in the Louis B. Mayer biography); shopping for an HD TV set. (The night before I dreamed of Debussy's Arabesque #1.)
Dinner was pork roast.
Performed Die Fledermaus.
Tried some new computer games like Treasure Isle and Yoville, but they didn't interest me much.
Dreamed of the actual Warner Brothers cartoon Big House Bunny, where Yosemite Sam fired the prison cannon and ended up launching Bugs Bunny, who said "Bon voyagee!"
Dinner was pork chops.
Saw the DVD of Sidney Lumet's tour de force Dog Day Afternoon (for the third time). It's perversely funny and very believable. The moral is that Americans are crazy, especially New Yorkers in the summer heat. (See also Do the Right Thing.)
I've finally decided to quit the online game Cityville. I've built just about all the structural types that are available, except for stuff that costs over 500,000 coins. (Having only three neighbours limited what I could do.)
I've started the Frontierville game again. (They now have the giant homestead size I was waiting for.)
Managed to get through Die Fledermaus, though my nose was running during the second act. (My family saw this performance.)
John and family brought a vegan dinner over, and afterward I sneaked out to McDonald's once again. Someone complained about my interrupting his dinner by blowing my nose, and I testily replied, "I'm sorry!" What was I supposed to do, leave it unblown?
Saw the DVD of the Mystery Science Theatre 3000 version of Robot Vs. the Aztec Mummy, from the famous Mexican B-movie series.
Dreamed of meeting sex advice columnist Dan Savage (whom I read online).
Dinner was fish.
Performed Die Fledermaus. I'm not feeling well, so I told them I'd miss Madama Butterfly tomorrow and focus on being rested enough for Fledermaus Sunday. (I can't miss that one because I do a couple of dances with partners, but I can miss Butterfly.)
Baked white bread overnight.
Lay awake for quite a while.
At last night's Madama Butterfly premiere, my slippers turned up after all.
Dreamed of having a fingernail that was trimmed on one side but not the other.
Yesterday we had Indian food and today we finished it. (There wasn't quite enough.)
Dress-rehearsed Die Fledermaus.
I can't wait till the opera's over! (Maybe I should have skipped this year.) I've always liked rehearsing more than performing, of course.
Dreamed of the song "Three Coins in the Fountain."
Bought a new glasses case at Hakim Optical.
Dinner was scallops.
Dress-rehearsed Madama Butterfly. I left my slippers in the auditorium afterward! Hope they turn up tomorrow: I'm wearing them in the show as part of my costume. We had to put on our own eye makeup.
I also signed up for a couple of Giuseppe's master class sessions. (Maybe I am serious about my singing after all.)
Am I coming down with a cold?
Last night I went to a Games Meetup at the Fox & Fiddle. (I played the Amazeing Labyrinth and Scrabble.) On the way back I lost my glasses case!
Dreamed of Jack Palance saying "Believe it--or not!" on the actual 1980s TV show.
Dinner was pork steak.
I also dreamed of pulling out a few of my teeth, which were the worse for wear (far more so than in real life).
At choir practice we got into the second act of Rigoletto. (Beatrice has called for a meeting to discuss Coro Verdi's future.)
"You are doing without him!"
--The Fighter
Baked multigrain bread.
Donald came over for dinner, which was churrasco chicken.
Saw David O. Russell's The Fighter at the Revue. I was afraid it would be like Black Swan [which I couldn't sit through], but it was quite good.
Left some Toronto City Opera flyers around the neighbourhood libraries.
Dinner was the rest of the stew.
Went to Mary's games night. I played a new game called Gold Digger (won the first game by one point!) and Settlers of Catan. Thirty people came despite the cold weather.
"No, sir, I does it all the time!"
--The Bingo Long Traveling All-Stars & Motor Kings
Dreamed of a non-existent story that young Mickey Rooney was on a Little League baseball team that got to scrimmage with a major league team, but the coach wouldn't include Rooney, and the Little Leaguers went on to appear in a movie!
Went to see my shrink Dr. Hassan.
Dinner was stew.
Saw the DVD of John Badham's The Bingo Long Traveling All-Stars & Motor Kings. It's an engaging comedy about a black baseball team in the age of segregation.
Dreamed of a young South African dissident who was exiled to the far east of the country and got drawn into a cult of sexual training.
Went shopping.
Saw an early Ken Burns documentary about the making of the Brooklyn Bridge.
Dinner was rice and chicken and several leftovers.
Rehearsed Die Fledermaus. Women in bustle dresses reduce your room for maneuver! When the curtain comes down on the second act, I'll be the one on stage right making sure it goes smoothly there.
At last night's choir practice we started Verdi's Rigoletto.
Dreamed of a place known as W.W. [like B.C. or P.E.I.]; trying to figure out what the initials stood for.
Helped unload the Toronto City Opera costumes at the Bickford Centre. (I also tried on my Die Fledermaus costume, which includes white gloves!)
Dinner was sausage and mash.
Rehearsed Madama Butterfly. (I tried on my kimono first.) I've ended up carrying in the table with Pinkerton's photo during the first intermission.
Dreamed of a movie where a planeload of people landed on a Swedish island and got taken hostage; the Russian in Rocky IV (Dolph Lundgren) saying "I must break you."
Baked raisin bread.
Dinner was lobster rolls.
Finished the fame issue of Lapham's Quarterly. For the first time since getting the first issue two years ago, I'm all caught up!
Started reading Merchant of Dreams, a biography of MGM studio head Louis B. Mayer. In the first chapter it calls New Brunswick a "state"!
Our Coro Verdi concert had to compete with the Super Bowl, and there were more people in the choir than in the audience!
"If I had more sense I wouldn't have had nine children!"
--Carousel
"Money thinks I'm dead!"--ibid.
Dreamed of a schoolteacher getting me to join a group of people lobbying for reform in coastal land use; arriving and finding the teacher in a foul mood; Ava Gardner.
Went to an Aspergers Meetup at Neisau's place. We played The Amazeing Labyrinth again. Neisau's daughter Autumn was selling candy bars for school fundraising and most of us bought a couple.
Dinner was Chinese food. (My fortune cookie said "Rome was not built in a day. Be patient."
Rented the DVD of the movie version of the Rodgers & Hammerstein musical Carousel (for the second time). It's a classic show.
Dreamed of the Parker Brothers game Careers; a non-existent episode of The Mary Tyler Moore Show where Murray inherited a British title and a state-of-the-art outfit of ham radio broadcasting equipment.
Dinner was lasagna (which we bought oven-ready for just a dollar).
Joined the Move Meetup to see Darren Aronovsky's Black Swan at the Varsity. Believable but too grim for me, with lots of bleeding in closeup. (When I told Moira I was going to see it, her response was "Ugh!") I left in the middle [after I finished my popcorn].
Tonight's opera rehearsal was delayed till tomorrow because of the big snow. (Which means I'll have to miss another Queen Street art walk!)
Dinner was fettucine pesto (which I cooked).
Saw Peter Medak's neo-noir Romeo Is Bleeding on DVD. Kinda fun, though it goes over the top in the second half.
Dreamed of asking where I was, and being told it was Halifax.
Went shopping. (I also got a new nightrobe.)
Dinner was fish.
Rehearsed Madama Butterfly. I think I have my small part down. (Tatiana likes my furry hat.)
Lisa: "Nature's not our enemy!"
Mr. Burns: "But surely you can agree that we can do without it?"
--The Simpsons
Dreamed of the musical Carousel.
Dinner was spaghetti.
At choir practice we dress-rehearsed Sunday's folk song concert. I couln't find an envelope until I remembered that the Games magazine subscription renewal notice included a return envelope. (I renew online.)
Giuseppe's having a master class after the opera is finished, since the auditorium will be available longer than expected. I could go, but I'm not that serious a singing student. [I eventually did.]
"White Americans appear to be under the compulsion to dream, whereas black Americans are under the compulsion to awaken. And this fact is also sinister"--James Baldwin
Dreamed of wondering whether my Ph.D. thesis was worth the trouble; a 1930s musical with Walter Huston as U.S. President. (He actually played the President in the 1933 non-musical Gabriel Over the White House.)
Went to a Games Meetup at the Yellow Griffin. I played a new game called 7 Wonders (finished last, of course), as well as Puerto Rico and Ticket to Ride.
Dinner was McDonald's.
Dreamed of Al Pacino in Scarface.
Went to a Brunch Meetup at Udupi Palace. I had a vegetable curry.
Dinner was KFC.
Saw some wartime Warner Brothers cartoons on DVD. One of them had a newspaper quote: "The Open Door policy has produced the Draft"!
Saw the DVD of the first chapter of Louis Feuillade's French silent serial Fantomas. Nice job on the musical accompaniment.
"There are motherfucking snakes on the motherfucking plane!"--Weeds
"Mommy, why doesn't he like people?"--Robot Monster
Started a new online game called Glory of Rome. It's essentially the same as Kings of Camelot, with even the same alliances. I took the name Martinianus and called my city Megalopolis.
Relatives from Kingston came for an overnight stay.
Dinner was linguini primavera with shrimp.
Saw the Mystery Science Theater 3000 version of the notorious 1950s B-movie Robot Monster on DVD.
"Fuck you, I have a Prius!"--Weeds
Dreamed of reflecting that the saddest sound in the world is of a piano being closed; visiting a drugs lab on a rooftop and warning that the icy object nearby on the roof might attract police attention; leaving by a slide to street level.
Found some shrimp noodles at the big Loblaw's near St. Clair & Bathurst. (I didn't know they still made them!)
Dinner was salmon.
Went to a University of Toronto concert with the Classical Music Meetup group. (I moved several more Toronto City Opera flyers.) The music was rather avant-garde for my taste--one piece was performed by a string quartet with an accordion--and I left in the intermission.
"You could use some boundaries, son"--Weeds
Dreamed of seeing the Oscar-winning World War II movie Mrs. Miniver (which I haven't seen) and disliking it. [I did see the first few minutes, and even Greer Garson's running was mannered!]
The car's fixed, so we did some shopping. (Got enough for five boxes!)
Dinner was spaghetti.
At opera rehearsal we spent the whole night on Die Fledermaus. Beatrice liked my half-kneeling in the "Bruderlein and Schwesterlein," but my knee got sore. (If I put all my weight on the left foot, that may solve the problem.) We sang "Happy Birthday" for our pianist Adolfo.
Father and I finally managed to open the car hood, which had been frozen shut, so he could bring the battery to be recharged.
Went to my Hungarian barber and gave her a Toronto City Opera flyer (since she seemed interested the last time she cut my hair). She was really grateful.
Dreamed of meeting Jackie from my Games Meetup and telling her I'd been told about her having a baby girl. (I heard it from Sara.)
Dinner was pork steak. (We finally ate our Christmas pudding!)
At opera rehearsal we only worked on Madama Butterfly.
"He always obeyed his parents, no matter how absurd and unreasonable their demands were.... He would no play hookey, even when his sober judgement told him it was the most profitable thing he could do"--Mark Twain, "The Story of the Good Little Boy
Dreamed of being on vacation and growing a small beard.
Went to an Aspergers Meetup at Pizza Pizza near the Eglinton station. I don't like Pizza Pizza (it literally makes me sick!) but Tiffany was paying anyhow.
Dinner was fettucine pesto (which I cooked).
My Coro Verdi choir performed a folk song concert at the Villa Colombo hoome in Vaughan. (John George drove me and Don there and back.)
On the Spanish occupation of the Netherlands: "All priests are hangmen, all soldiers bandits"--Don Carlo
Dreamed of visiting a wading pool on a rooftop; in upper Manhattan; not knowing where to find my shoes afterward.
Saw the cinemacast of the Metropolitan Opera of Verdi's Don Carlo at the Sheppard Grande. I forgot my ticket and had to go back for it and Father couldn't drive me there because the car battery needs fixing, but I still managed to get there in time!
Don Carlo is an opera you have to see more than once to appreciate. When I saw it on DVD I found it too long, but this time the length didn't matter. (I dropped some Toronto City Opera flyers which I'd got Tuesday, at Barbara's request.)
Dinner was the rest of the Indian food, mixed with some other stuff.
Saw the DVD of PBS' The American Experience documentary about Hawaii's Queen Liliuokalani.
Mother: "I had to be both a mother and father to him!"
"His father's dead, is he?"
"No, but he isn't much..."
--Rhoda
Dreamed of reflecting that if the Democratic Party were a surgeon it would have been sued for malpractice and lost its licence years ago; wanting to rename it Not The Republican Party; carrying a large container of root beer.
That Madama Butterfly music from the Toronto City Opera show we're rehearsing is going through my head!
Baked rye bread.
Dinner was scalloped potatoes and ham.
Headache!
"I don't know, but he seems to be saying it rather well"--The King's Speech
"They're idiots!"
"They've all been knighted..."
"Well, that makes it official"
--ibid.
"You're not taking me serious!"
"How can you tell?"
--Weeds
I had another dream about that non-existent composite London museum on a medium scale with three stories, a round shape and hallways along the outer edge.
The parents and I finally saw The King's Speech at the Varsity. (We were going to see it Sunday, but Mother wasn't up to it; then we were going to go yesterday, but the roads were icy.) It was a bit conventional but affecting.
Dinner was roast chicken.
Dreamed of reading Private Eye magazine while walking along the street in my hometown Sackville, N.B.; falling into a deep ditch.
Dinner was ham quiche.
I've started a second city in the online game Kingdoms of Camelot, and called it Strathkirk.
Popeye the Sailor (on the huge gorilla he's about to box): "The mos' he can do is kill me--he can't scare me or make me quit."
Dreamed of feeling inept; thinking that even when I do nothing I can't do it right; the Battle Hymn of the Republic.
Good day to stay indoors. [More snow!]
Dinner was scalloped potatoes and ham.
Dreamed of the Bonnie Tyler song "Total Eclipse of the Heart"; the HBO series The Wire being shown on a broadcast network; recalling how the movie of Forrest Gump twisted the book's opening sentence ("Bein' an idiot ain't no box of chocolates") into a line about life being a box of chocolates.
Went canvassing to save Transit City. (The canvassers met through Facebook.) There were quite a few people considering the snow. Jesse and I covered Richardson Avenue and Claybrook Street in Frank di Giorgio's ward. (He's undecided.) A lot of people were out--no doubt, some were in Florida--but those we met were mostly supportive. One woman even gave us a couple of rolls she'd just baked!
Dinner was ham.
Went to a Games Meetup at the Runnymede Starbucks. I played Scrabble and Smallworld. In the latter game, I went through four races: hill ghouls, heroic halflings, flying amazons and merchant humans.
Dreamed of wanting to visit local libraries; reading a parody of the showbiz magazine Variety set 1000 years into the future and titled Wrong; being asked for a code name and taking Null.
Baked a loaf that's half white flour and half whole wheat.
Dinner was fettucine alfredo (which I cooked).
Went to Mary's games night. (Her arm is finally out of the sling.) I played Apples to Apples and The Amazeing Labyrinth. Then I left rather early.
Olive Oyl: "I hate you! Hate you! Hate you!"
Popeye the Sailor: "Even if ya hates me twice as much, I loves ya jus'a same as always--an' when yer ol' an' gray, I will love ya anyways on account of tha's the kind of heart I got."
Popeye (uncharacteristically punch-drunk): "Lemme in the life-boat first! Ain't I the captain?"
Went to see my shrink Dr. Hassan. (He envies the time I have for reading.)
Dinner was African stew.
Went to a meeting at Wychwood Barns where City Councillor Joe Mihevc called for saving the TransitCity program.
The reprinted story of Popeye and Olive Oyl in the frontier town of Skullyville is really compelling!
Popeye the Sailor (letting fists fly): "Don't stan' in front of me when I'm goin' someplace."
Dreamed of visiting the new owner of the house just east of our old home in Sackville, N.B.; being shown some wine he'd made from grapes grown on his property.
Went shopping.
Dinner was salmon.
Went to the Bickford Centre, having forgotten that the Toronto City Opera chorus didn't have rehearsal on the first Wednesday of January! (Oh well, it's better than forgetting when you do have a rehearsal...)
The internet connection went off in the morning and again in the evening.
Last night was the first choir practice of the new year. (We're working on a folk song concert.)
Dreamed of my family visiting our old house in Sackville, N.B., and building a roundabout machine next to the front door; suggesting that they add a roof.
Dinner was lasagna.
Tonight was the new year's first opera rehearsal. We went over Madama Butterfly (I think both leading ladies are pretty good) and part of Die Fledermaus. I get to do a little dancing at the start of our second-act appearance in the latter opera, but we just do a quick gallop across the stage.
In Kingdoms of Camelot I've been upgrading my city's cottages, one cottage and level at a time. It's a slow business, but it'll raise my tax base.
"I likes peace better'n anything, 'ceptin' a good fight!"--Popeye the Sailor
Dreamed of being on a ship that was passing by Truro, N.S., on its way to my hometown Sackville, N.B.
Went to a rally at City Hall to save TransitCity. (It was a Toronto the Great Meetup event, but I couldn't find the organizer.) Several city councillors spoke.
Donald came over for dinner, which was churrasco chicken.
I've been losing several battles in Kingdoms of Camelot! I need to develop greater prudence. (Now I'm worried about running out of gold.) I'm glad I'm not a real-life general...
"Trouble an' me is pals--we been together for years!"--Popeye the Sailor
Dreamed of being in Cape Breton and ending up with a tour group at Fort Louisbourg; Father and I finding a dead man in London who seemed to have been murdered.
Dinner was McDonald's.
I couldn't find the fourth season of Big Love, so I rented a documentary DVD The British Empire in Colour. I don't see how colour film is that much more revealing than black & white.
Sent out messages to a couple of neighbouring realms in Kingdoms of Camelot (they're a lot smaller than mine) encouraging friendship.
"And I know just where to bury it!"
--The Spoilers
"There's no marriage in heaven, Ma'am."
"And that is the reason, no doubt, that people look forward to it."
--Elizabeth R
Dreamed of staying at the cottage near our hold home in Sackville, N.B., but with a fancier beach that included a boardwalk; considering seeing the season premiere of Saturday Night Live.
Dinner was spaghetti with a chicken-peanut sauce.
Saw the John Wayne-Marlene Dietrich Alaska western The Spoilers (for the second time). Big fist fight at the end.
After a week the Mists of Avalon wore off so I started conquering nearby wilderness areas in the online game Kings of Camelot. (For my first expedition I sent out 100 scouts and they got annihilated!)
"What's trouble to some is jus' fun to me--I loves it!"--Popeye the Sailor
"The only valuable thing to me is my fisk--Take it!"--ibid.
Dreamed of adjusting the lights on a cinema marquee; actress Geena Davis; wondering when exactly Moby-Dick became a household name [it would have been the 1920s or 1930s]; climbing a flight of stairs by holding both handrails and swinging my feet up to the next step.
Dinner was shrimp curry.
I was going to go on another Queen Street art walk, but it was snowing pretty bad and I took a northbound bus when I'd intended to take a southbound one, so I went home instead.
After I got home we saw the DVD of the first half of a Ken Burns documentary about the Lewis & Clark expedition.
Dreamed of volunteering at a farm in Halton county; going home in a wagon carrying harvest; the wagon tipping over after the driver got a whiff of a big spice harvest we were passing by; passing through a community flying Danish flags.
Headache!
Dinner was roast chicken.
Went to the Games Meetup. (It's my last Wednesday night event for a few months because of my opera.) I wasn't feeling weel and only played one game: Stone Age.
Yesterday zip.ca sent the last of the monthly batch of DVDs until the new batch starts in almost a fortnight, and one of them was the first of two parts! (Which means we'll have a long wait between seeing the first and second halves.) I should have moved the last disc of Elizabeth R or the second season of Weeds to near the head of our queue--they would have got priority--but I'd lost count and thought there'd be one more!
Dreamed of being in my hometown Sackville, N.B., with the family; telling them that if they didn't return to Toronto next week I'd return by myself [that's a dream I've had several times]; seeing Jacqueline Bisset in a non-existent cigarette ad and thinking "Shame on you!"
Went shopping. (We were out of almost everything.)
We finally started our book business accounts for 2010.
Dinner was spaghetti (which I cooked).
Just now I noticed that you do an alchemy research project and a building improvement at the same time in the online game Kingdoms of Camelot! (I've named my city Camford, the reverse of Oxbridge.)
When I collect rent from a house in the online game Cityville, the computer sometimes makes a doorbell sound just like our real doorbell! (Father's ended up going to the door a few times.)
Ron Weasley: "The world's mental!"--Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I
"I have a job interview today."
"So who's rejecting you this time?"
--Weeds
Dreamed of the Elton John song "Daniel"; finding an old-fashioned alarm clock with bells on the top.
In addition to Weeds, I'm watching a DVD of films produced by the Edison studios in the 1890s right at the start of cinema!
Dinner was beef curry.
Saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I at the Yonge & Eglinton. It's a grim, austere series entry, less loud, flashy and fast-paced than I recall the earlier ones being and all the better for it. Good directing job by David Yates.
Dreamed of quarrelling with Moira; walking on a sandy promontory at the Guantanamo leasehold in Cuba; getting the idea of writing a novel with character names that all rhymed with something (like someone called Mr. Fife, which rhymes with life).
My new heater works a lot better than the old one.
I'm now watching the second season of Weeds on DVD. A really brilliant satire.
I've joined the Pandorasbox Alliance in the game Kingdoms of Camelot.
Baked whole wheat bread. (I'd mixed the dough just a couple of days after baking the previous loaf because I thought relatives would be coming, but they didn't.)
Dinner was pork steak.
"In junior high I could lift 150 pounds."
"In junior high I was 150 pounds!"
--Rhoda
The entertainment at nearby Ellington's kept me awake far past midnight. So I got up, mixed some dough and went on the computer for quite a while before going back to bed.
John and Kathrine came over for lunch.
I've quit Farmville and Frontierville and I'm now into two new games: the Sim City-like Cityville and Kingdoms of Camelot. I named my Cityville community Centerville, and all its businesses are called Burger City, Toy City, Coffee City etc. (Imaginative, huh?) I named my Kingdoms of Camelot avatar Lord Recceswinth (after a king of Visigothic Spain).
Dinner was pizza.
Saw the DVD of the first episode of a PBS series about the history of the Broadway musical.
Headache!
