The question is moot. I get the car.

Let's review. Predicting something that happened in canon doesn't make you:
--A better writer
--A better reader
--A better fan
--A better person

If you were right about canon, you don't win a car; if you're wrong about canon, you are not summarily ejected from fandom. Predicting canon can be fun, but it certainly isn't profitable. I continue to not understand the whole "whee I was right therefore I am infinitely cooler than you" thing. I also don't understand the "alas, for it did not happen in canon and therefore I'm done with this stinking canon" thing. It's canon. It stands unchanging. It doesn't care what you thought would happen; it simply is.

How you choose to interact with canon is entirely up to you. Fanfiction exists entirely outside of canon. It is not predictive, nor a direct reader response, nor a form of literary criticism. It can be these things, but presuming that what someone chooses to write—be it a ship, or an event, or what have you—is them putting a stake in the ground about canon is a really big leap. Someone else saying that your story don't agree with their interpretation of canon doesn't get to force you to take your story down. Being condescending about someone else's interpretation of canon? That's just obnoxious, and while being "wrong" certainly doesn't give you the right to act like a spoiled toddler, being "right" doesn't give you the right to be an ass.

Trip Entry #3: Thursday

Loafed the morning away, then D and I met Cassie for lunch near a mall in Santa Monica, where we had very nice corn soup and some totally excellent Ginger Limeade that I later decided to replicate. D wandered off to get his money laundered or something, and Cassie was off to meet a friend, so I amused myself in the mall.

( Adventures at the mall, or, just because a girl is at the MAC counter doesn't mean she isn't still a stuck up little so-and-so )

D arrived and we went home, then he dropped me off at my friends A&E's up in the valley. So much fun to see them and their kids, Q&A. (No, really; those are their initials.) We had sushi and then went back and I got to be guest reader for the kids bedtime and I told Q a story about my friend L's son and how he has a purple lightsaber and also likes dinosaurs and has a sister. Then we walked up to a little hill on their property and had a cocktail and a chat while we looked out over the city. Excellent night.