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I've changed the name of this blog to "Forget I Said That."
And I have a livejournal now. For 'fic snippets. See, I've found that the pressure to update this blog helps me write, and so I wondered if it would work for 'fic too. I've posted some things that I've been working on, but in the future, I'm on my honor to only post *new* snippets and bits to the livejournal. Hopefully that will inspire me to *write* and not just revise, revise, revise. Maybe this blog will be updated less often, but hell, that's a price I'm willing to pay. Comments welcomed, of course.
Ficsnippets home: http://www.livejournal.com/users/liviapenn/
Metablog question: if I tell you the beginning of a story, am I obligated to complete it?
So anyway. Pinky and I got up yesterday and rode the MAX downtown to 5th and Morrison. When you get off at that stop, you're on the left side of the street, looking in through wide glass windows at the narrow room behind the cafe in Borders, where they have their poetry readings. Then we walked up to the courthouse and found that Pinky's trial had been settled, so we could go. Pretty sweet. She gave the guy her name and our new address, and we left.
We walked out and wandered for a while, debating where to have breakfast. I was voting for Macheezmo Mouse (gourmet burritos) so we headed over that way towards the Art Museum, but then we saw the Earth's Bounty cafe and had cinnamon rolls and muffins and juice instead.
We walked up to the library and I dropped off some books that I'd brought in my backpack, and checked out a few. We did pretty much everything in Portland that you can do on foot, for free, at mid-morning on a nice day. At Finnegan's toy store Pinky bought some strange little rubber toys-- half women and half monsters, snakes and spiders and scorpions. At ArtMedia I had art-supply envy. We went to Ross Dress for Less and made fun of the baby tees with logos. (Hint. The word "Rebel," when spelled out in rhinestones on pink fabric, loses much of its power to shock.) Pinky bought some CDs, "Best of Reggae" or something like that.
We headed down to the waterfront, stopping on the way at my favorite little independent bookstore that I can never remember the name of. I browsed their comics section and bought a copy of "The Killing Joke" ($5.00) and picked a book out of the bargain rack out front called "Fields of Reading: Motives for Writing," fifth edition. ($1.00 and so worth it, if only for the two pages of Margaret Atwood contained within.)
When our feet got tired we sat around near Skidmore Fountain for a while. Pinky went into that big warehouse that's been converted into a little mini-mall. I started reading "The River Why," by David James Duncan, which I'd checked out from the library. Am almost done with it at this point... I like it, but not as much as "River Teeth," his collection of essays & short stories. Ah well. Will field-strip for fishing lore before returning to library; might be useful in Stargate story someday, if Jack ever gets to go fishing.
On coming out of the store, Pinky informed me that the pagan-new-age store was all decked up for Solstice, since it was the summer solstice. Which I didn't know. I feel good that we got some sun, then. Anyway. I'm sitting there reading, Pinky's just resting her feet, and we get hit on by a semi-cute but conversationally challenged off-duty sailor who wanted to know what was fun to do in Portland. We told him we were doing it. *grins*
We took off before the sergeant got too attached, walked along the waterfront and played "New Boyfriend," a little game that's been amusing us for the past few weeks, I don't know how it started. Basically, it works like this: "Hey. See that guy? Pierced eyebrow, Jack Nicholson-from-'The Shining' T-shirt? Your new boyfriend." The point is to get someone as close to the other person's "type" as possible... punks for Pinky, geeks for me... while still making it sort of a slam on the other person's taste. Of course it also works the other way. There's a boy at the Chinese place who we take turns claiming as "My new boyfriend" every time we go in. Pinky usually beats me to the punk... punch... whatever.
We took the MAX back across the river and hung out at Lloyd Center for a while. Went into the comic-book store and I bought Harley Quinn #8 & #9 ($4.50) We had lunch up in the food court. They were playing "The Mummy" in the new Suncoast Videos-- we walked in on one of my favorite parts. "That's *my* toolbelt!" Hee. I was profoundly impressed by the anime selection, both on video and DVD. $150 for the entire run of Magic Knights Rayearth? Sweet.
MAX was pretty crowded by the time we headed back, but not overly so. Went home, napped. Today has been pretty quiet; we're cleaning out the spa, the chemical balance was off or something. (Daniel Jackson: "She said something about solar... I wasn't really paying attention.")
Speaking of Stargate, I realized a while back that the weird dream I talk about in the May 22 entry was perhaps inspired somewhat by Rheanna's Stargate 'fic "The Midas Syndrome." Makes me want to go to Heliopolis and read it again. Everyone should.
