Celebrating Dreamwidth One Syllable At a Time

Facebook memories reminded me that as of the day before yesterday, it has been twelve years since one of the most atrociously awful endings to a TV series I've ever watched was broadcast, and I am still mad about it. The family ability to hold a grudge will out. ;) (To illustrate, it has been 32 years since my mom deigned to set foot into a Safeway, despite it being the closest grocery store to my parents' house.)

Last year, I turned Penny Mosby into a budding urbanist; this year, I just looked at the entire post-series timeline and thought about how Penny may have been too young to help Zohran Mamdani get elected, but she's just about the right age right now to get in trouble with her dad over riding one of her classmate's unregulated internet-acquired emotos that's labeled as an ebike despite going twice as fast and the batteries being the ones that set houses on fire, especially because if her mom did die in 2024 (and given this timeline, probably from COVID-related health issues, augh), you all know Ted would be the most overprotective helicopter dad ever, his worst impulses unchecked with the love of his life gone.

( musings on how COVID changes the post-HIMYM timeline )

Anyway. I finally got off the waitlist for Heated Rivalry at the library, so of course I devoured it, and now I want to actually watch the show and read the rest of the series (and acquire a stupid Canadian wolf-bird shirt), but again, waitlist. And I do want to pick up the new Abby Jiminez first. And I got off the waitlist for Ladies in Hating for romance book club this month, so it's not like I don't have immediately pressing reading material already.

And my plans for Indie Bookstore Day this year - by transit, per usual. Bonus stipulation: I'm going to try to hit up an indie bookstore in each of the five Bay Area counties affected by the imminent transit fiscal cliff. Look, gas is almost $6/gallon, it's not getting better anytime soon, and you know how traffic *already* sucks? Imagine how much worse it'll be when those of us not regularly driving add our cars to the road. But we need to get the measure on the ballot before it can be voted on, so.

It'll be a little challenging - no bookstore opens before 10 am; geography means I have to optimize my route in a way that gets me to the fifth bookstore before it closes at 6 pm, which means I probably have to be out the door at 7 am in order to get the 60-odd miles south to a Santa Clara County bookstore; I've got 120 miles to go to cover the five counties and the four most-affected transit agencies. But it's exactly the kind of logistics I love planning for. 😁