On landing on a foreign planet: "Nothing to do but throw rocks at tin cans, and you have to bring the cans!"--Forbidden Planet
I was just reading Xenophobe's Guide to the Canadians, part of a funny series of books they sell at Foyle's in London. It's already finished, so now I can start on Candide for John Snow's book club. I thought we had a copy, but I couldn't find it and had to get one at the Lillian Smith library.
Last night I went to a Movie Meetup screening of Forbidden Planet (for the third time). It's handsome-looking but a bit awkward. Anne Francis was a babe! I brought a British book of the world's worst movie posters, and showed the others the lurid-looking Forbidden Planet poster.
Yesterday I finished preparing the garden, and this morning Moira and I went to Fiesta Farms and bought seeds and stuff. (They didn't seem to have broccoli or brussels sprouts.)
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