Portland.
We moved back. We moved back to Portland. To be more accurate, we moved back to Beaverton. To be even more accurate, we moved to Aloha.
THE SHAME OF IT.
Actually, it’s not bad at all. The drive into town is annoying but the drive to Target, Trader Joe’s, and Old Navy is EXCITING.
if you remember, we had been planning on moving back and then I started writing for the SFWeekly and we thought, “Okay, let’s not move back, let’s stay here and give it a go” so we did and then circumstances changed (as they do) and my mother and the economy (hers not ours) forced me to look at things in a different light and well, here we are.
The SFWeekly will need someone local to continue on in my stead – someone who can cover Harry Potter conventions, comic book signings, and Wordpress parties with charm, grace, and a flagrant disregard for grammar. I will soldier on with the blogging for them until a replacement is found WHICH WILL NEVER HAPPEN BECAUSE I AM IRREPLACEABLE.
So, I’ve been absent from my own blog , I know. I’ve felt a little hamstrung while I made this decision because I didn’t want to say anything to the world before I said something to my editors. I’m professional like that. And stuff.
I don’t know what I’m going to do now. I’m thinking of shopping around a column called “Exile in Suburbia” because you know, I am. Exile or Exiled? See? I need a copy editor. Too bad I only know three or four of those.
Oh! The Guild shoot. Wil Wheaton was there. In a kilt. And he loved ZZ but ZZ did not want to love him. I’m sure she will…someday.
ZZ and Bladezz developed a very special relationship (obviously they have a lot in common with the ZZ’s and everything). By the second day on the “set” (Gamestop in Anaheim- GLAMOROUS) I believe they were communicating with their minds. They may have gotten married, I’m not sure. All I know is Bladezz is pregnant with seven puppies now and ZZ won’t stop handing out cigars to everyone she meets.
Gina Trapani (of Lifehacker fame, among many, many other things) was also there to be a “special” extra and she was so nice. So smart, funny, and kind. I want to be best friends with her but she lives in La Jolla with her lady and La Jolla is far. Just very far. It makes me tired to think of how far.
I peed a lot during those two days because I drank a lot of water and Diet Coke. I napped on the floor of a Gamestop in Anaheim and it was everything I’d ever dreamed it would be. Still, I was lucky to be a part of something really special. The episode they were shooting will be the first one to air and the last one they shot so we were able to drink champagne and hug and laugh on that final day – content in the knowledge we’d all been through the shit together, like Vietnam Vets but with less PTSD, while the sun settled behind the Dollar Store, obscuring the letters “a” and “r” so it read “The Doll Store” and casting a creepy, glorious, bittersweet pall over the Anaheim Gamestop parking lot. Or so I wrote in my Hello Kitty diary.
There’s more but I’m easing my way back into this. Also, this house has ants. You guys know how I feel about that.
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I don’t really know you, but I’m glad that you are back in PDX because then maybe I can meet you!
Will you take my son from me now? You know babysit? For life?!?!
#onadeadline
#firsttimeworkingwiththiseditor
#choking
#alsocryingbecauseikeephearingmommymommymommy
Well. Sorry about the Aloha thing. But I do look forward to meeting you sometime.
Are you allowed to even call that Portland still? I think that’s in a different time zone or sumtin’
#justkiddin
#maybe
i’d like to believe that Aloha, OR is full of Hawaiian expats and when you greet people you say Chaka brah. I’m going to believe that.
Welcome back! I’m out even farther than you, but suburban living isn’t too terrible. Especially if you get into Portland on the reg.
Which I do.
A LOT.
I work out Aloha way and I’m with gizella wishing it was more Hawaiin-like and less suburban hell chic-like. Ah well. My dad always said wish and one hand and…well, there’s no place for this wisdom in Aloha.
Anyway, it’s cool you’re back in P-town. I just found your site from neighborhoodnotes.com today (just found them today too). They said they read you. Lot’s of love to be had around here, eh?
Oh, on a happy note there is a Burgerville out here. I think I might have seen you there today at lunch.
Kiala Krazybee. Did you eat at Burgerville today AND NOT INVITE ME.
#friendshiptalktime
Do you find that all this moving around is hard on your wonderful hair?
You live in the suburbs–now you can go here:
http://valleytheater.net/
There is a bowling alley and an ice-skating rink next door. There is nothing ironic about the whole place. It’s just fun and they play really good music in the bowling alley.
So you’ll be having ants in your pants more often now?
I hope you settle in quickly after the move. And, well – OMG you are in THE GUILD! Ahem. Good job. I am in no way jealous.
You have a Trader Joe’s close to you?
BITCH!
I have to drive 30 mintues to get to one. It’s bullshit.
wait, YOU have a hello kitty diary???
**so do i!!**
I’m sorry we never got to meet for wine/hot chocolate before you moved away from San Francisco. I hope that your calf muscles adjust to suburban living okay after all the SF hills. They’re probably breathing a sigh of relief. As is your hair, as I imagine Aloha isn’t as windy as Noe Valley. It’s too bad I don’t blog because your SF Weekly gig sounds like fun.
OH WELL, ROCK THE SUBURBS! Start a garage band! Fuuuuuuuuck yeah
i need more posts, kiala dear.
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