foggy traveling bookish day

[jinian]

• Wore my "Whippet Good" t-shirt, despite its idea of fit being somewhat different from mine, in the hope of amusing cool writers.


• Took the bus to the U-District, being talked to by a knitter with surprisingly cool, innovative ideas (how best to Magic Loop with interchangeable needle sets, cabling by crochet hook).


• Bought the two Larbalestier scholarly books I'd been wanting. Yes, they cost plenty and I've been spending too much. Oh well.


• Ate yakisoba, getting little sauce spots on my t-shirt.


• Bused to Bellevue Square and successfully found the Flexcar at the Symetra tower. I even got into it okay.


• Didn't get out of the parking garage okay, though. The guy at the booth hadn't heard of Flexcar at all, despite one having a dedicated parking spot fifty feet away from him, but he eventually let me out of the garage in exchange for signing some exception log.


• Reading:


• Followed dramatically out of scale map to tiny library where they stuck poor Scott Westerfeld. Set up chairs, then more chairs, then chairs like whoa.


• Listened to a Pearl chapter and the first Minerva chapter of The Last Days while trying not to click my knitting needles too much.


• Saw more than one real live copy of Polymorph, though none were for sale.


• Didn't ask when he was going to write another nice, disturbing book like Evolution's Darling, since the evidence showed that the young'uns were disturbed enough by the mild angst of the Midnighters finale.


• Admired the handling of the inevitable "where do you get your ideas" question and the supportive comments re: fanfic.


• Got screwed over for signing-line position by people who don't listen when the author says to wait seated for signing by row; decided oh well, I only have two of his anyway and the car's due back, so went to inflict myself upon Justine Larbalestier, who was very kind to dork girl me.


• Annoyed the two cars hovering for my parking place by trying to wash tiny brown spots off shirt before leaving parking lot. (Failed, but it looks like they'll come out in the wash.)


• Got back to the parking place without too much trouble.


• Victoria's Secret for a large wodge of pants on a raffle-won gift cert; Lush for shampoo and an extra stamp for my Whistler visit; serendipitous Orange Julius for a not-so-serendipitous strawberry smoothie. (Addiction to fruit smoothies needs to become more discriminate still, alas.)


• Had to ask twice how to find my bus. Suspect the cute flamey kid in Starbucks sent me the long way, but that was clearly the way he knew.


• Barely caught bus! Should have missed it, by my reckoning, so yay.


• Walked farther than necessary due to ongoing notion that getting off the bus and walking is a good solution at all times. Again with the need for discrimination.


• Load distribution was fine before discovery and obviously necessary retrieval of abandoned library books. Bag handle promptly ripped on receiving more mass.


• Met hattifattener at REI and found needful wearables for both of us.


• Bused home, ate soup and bread and pie, revamped reading/permissions list to include justinelavaworm and larbalestier.


• Almost forgot the best part! Checkout clerk at REI not only liked my shirt but confessed she had HAD A DEVO HAT at one time. Plastic, she clarified when I wondered if I could knit one. So awesome! She and a random woman in Bellevue were the only ones overtly enjoying the shirt today.