travels

Lost and found

When your trip starts out with the person who's supposed to be driving you stuck in your driveway with his keys locked in his car, it's probably not a good sign.

handynavi and I went to Columbia to pick up his mail and proof of registration (which, as it turned out, he needs to get off the internet anyway), and pick up his little sister, mgrinter, who was hitchhiking home. Sam's apartment was very empty, because he had packed essentially everything he owned, including his scissors and his towels. (Just ... don't ask. I asked numerous times, and I still don't understand.)

We attempted to make contact with Mary. Actually, we succeeded in making contact with Mary, who could hear everything that we were saying, but we failed in gathering any information from her, because we couldn't hear anything that she was saying back. Sam told her everything he figured that she might want to know in a long and amusing monologue, and then we took his phone in to be fixed.

His phone, apparently, was hallucinating that it had a hands-free set plugged in, and was easily repaired by having one inserted and then removed. We returned to the car ... and discovered that Sam had locked his keys in his car. Again.

We went into the nearby Hallmark store where the nice Hallmark lady offered us her lock-picking thing to pick the lock with, but sadly, it wouldn't go in. We had to call the nice locksmith who got the door open and also told us all about his television ministry on a local access channel. Also, Sam almost left his phone on the table in the Hallmark store where we were playing with Legos. Yes.

I also picked up two more BSC books for my burgeoning re-collection: The Truth about Stacey and Boy-Crazy Stacey. On the way back to Liberty, I read 97 pages of The Truth about Stacey to Sam and Mary, who didn't actually ask me to stop, probably because it was undeniably more entertaining than looking at billboards about Crazy Larry's 17,000 pairs of boots. Sam was sad that Janine only made a cameo appearance, since I made him read my BSC crackfic. Whee.

I updated my website with the stuff I've written lately, too. It was so very out of date.
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Fun trip... love the icon. Laughed out loud when Sam locked his keys in the car again... I guess that wasn't very nice of me.
Don't worry, I was laughing at him the entire time. What else are friends for?

And thanks!
I'm seriously considering buying the rest of the series from Amazon. It's my greatest woe that the local bookstore no longer sells them...
Try thrift stores, too! Sometimes if you're lucky, you can snap them up for 10 cents each with no shipping!
i Loved the BSC crackfic! and man, janine is totally my favorite character. come on: nerdy (esp. asian) women are my weakness =). why was not a single one of the main girls a brain?? and why did the only smart girl to make an appearance have to be asian? food for thought...
Yay, thank you! I always loved Janine, too, and she never got enough pagetime.

The original main characters had rigidly defined areas of academic or vaguely scholastic expertise: Stacey was good at math (and in one of the post-100 books, she joins the Mathletes!), Claudia had her art, Mary Anne read actual books like Wuthering Heights for fun, Kristy did sports (which should not be part of school, but like, they are anyway).

Then, um. Jessi and ballet, Mallory and writing stories that are, um, very realistic for an 11-year-old. Dawn ... I'm not actually sure what Dawn was good at. Besides turning into a scary bitch in some of the later books, which was disappointing. Hmm.
haha, touche about kristi, jessi and mallory. (i think kristi's dubious "scholastic" talent of being atheltic deserves to be after the "um." =)

oh man, i totally shouldn't admit this, but did you read any of the dawn-spinoff books (like i did)? they were so different from BSC, i remember thinking (it's been a while, sadly). i totally miss BSC! and the boxcar children! and nancy drew and hardy boys!

do you own the entire BSC series? i remember not having read everything. i will totally read everything once (if i get in) in medical school - they are totally easy to read and fun.
Hee, Kristy is the exception that proves the rule. Or something.

California Diaries! I was right at the end of my first period of BSC-reading when the were coming out, so I only read the first four or five of them originally, but they were cool, aside from the whole premise that somehow Dawn was still in eighth grade, but her eighth grade class was going to be at the high school, so they got to be more mature without actually, you know, getting older, but I would overlook any amount of timeline silliness in exchange for Ducky. I totally love Ducky.

I sold all my original BSC books at a garage sale a while back, so I've been getting them at the library and/or buying them used; I have 56 so far, which leaves, like, a lot. They are such awesome nostalgic brain candy, and suitable for reading on 15-20 minute breaks, as well!
omg, that totally made my morning! thank you so much!!! who knew that organic chemistry and BSC could ever mix?? you're awesome!!!
Girlish blathering
Boy-Crazy Stacey was my first BSC book! Some friend of my mom's, to whom I am forever indebted, gave it to me as a gift for some reason. It was brand new at the time (man I'm old). But anyway I must have read it several times because I remember the events in that book better than I remember most of the events of my own life.
I must have stopped reading the series before Dawn became a bitch or whatever because I don't recall that. She was always an interloper though. I think I read up to around Super Special #4 or 5.
I still have all my books in my basement. I kind of feel like reading them right now. Thanks, by the way, for making me think about BSC more in the past couple of days than I have in the past 10 years.
Re: Girlish blathering
Whee! Join me in wallowing in nostalgia about the finest literature of our generation!

You can tell bitch!Dawn from regular!Dawn by the fact that regular!Dawn doesn't eat a lot of meat but understand that other people do so they should serve it at their picnic, whereas bitch!Dawn screams like a harpy about the mere presence animal carcasses to the point where you wonder how she gets through the day without having an aneurysm. Also, she moves back and forth between California and Stoneybrook approximately five million times, creating temporal anomalies that swallow the universe and making Mary Anne cry.
Certainly sounds like a grinter! And, of course, reading books aloud is the only way to travel across Missouri.