Today I got my hair cut. I do that every three months at a small barber shop on the other side of St. Clair Avenue. A Hungarian woman does a pretty good job for fifteen dollars. (She even trims my eyebrows!) This time I just got a small trim because the opera's coming up in February and Giuseppe says we should maximize our "plumage." I sometimes read THE TORONTO SUN while I'm waiting--the only time I ever read that newspaper--but this time the place was empty and I didn't have to wait at all!
Today I also saw the DVD of the Steve Martin comedy L.A. STORY, some twenty years after seeing it in a theatre. (I saw it again because I'm interested in Richard E. Grant, who has a supporting role.) It has some pretty good lines:
"I'm doing thirty-minute lipstick..."
"I don't think we should make love, OK?" "All right, we'll just have sex."
On Sarah Jessica Parker (who plays an aspiring spokesmodel): "She isn't so young. She'll be twenty-eight in four years."
I sometimes have unusual dreams. I went to bed early this evening because I had a headache, and dreamed of a non-existent episode of THE MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW about a station manager involved in drug smuggling, with an appearance by Eb (who was actually on GREEN ACRES!) The other night I dreamed about Julia Roberts being in the boxing ring with a midget, wearing a turtle-shell helmet like Bamm-Bamm on THE FLINTSTONES.
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