In the mail at work was some eBay stuff I had ordered: a couple of magazines I'm trying to collect backissues of, and a DVD of the cool and defunct teevee show "Clone High".
Way way back in the 1980's
Secret government employees
Dug up famous guys and ladies
And made amusing genetic copies
Now the clones are sexy teens, now
They're gonna make it if they try
Loving learning challenge judging
Time to laugh and shiver and cry
After reading some shitty documentation (specifically, stuff from the UPnP consortium (rumor has it that Microsoft (the main heavyweight backers of UPnP) put mostly 3rd stringers to work on it, and it really shows)), I did my regular Tuesday afternoon drive to Seattle.
There is a "new" café across the street from Fred Meyer in the Greenwood District. jezel had noticed that they had a sign up, "Free Wireless Internet", so I went over to try it out.
It's kind of sad. It's not a chain, its a private shop in a refurbed some-old-restaurant-building. The owner is *trying*, it's clean and bright, there is the classical radio station on good overhead speakers, there there is a drive up window,there are are fresh flowers, a good couch, nice tables, a piano, a karaoke machine, a chess board, a kid bench with toys, a computer in the corner, a decent barista with a decent machine, some name brand italian import bean, and, of course, free open wireless internet.
And no customers. The barista had nothing to do. There was a guy there reading when I got there, and one other person came in after I did.
I ordered something LDS-upbringing-compatible, settled back with my laptop, and waited till closing. Which is, I feel, part of their problem. They open at 9am and close at 5pm. WTF?! They have a drive up window, and yet they dont open until after everyone is in the office, and they close before anyone can get out?
They are Doomed.
The wireless was good.
After they closed, I went over to Dreamstrands, and picked up the latest Lucifer (I should have checked my PalmV database, it turned out I already had that issue) and, on the owner's strong recommendation, a copy of the trade paperback "Superman: Red Son"
This is an Elseworld about a Superman who grew up in the Ukraine instead of Kansas, and who devoted his life to the never-ending battle for Stalin, Socialism, and the international expansion of the Warsaw Pact. With the best of intentions, for the good of humanity. Under his good-hearted but unyielding grip, he actually made Single-State Totalitarian Communism work without *too* many piles of skulls. Sort of. Mostly.
One of the better Elseworlds, most of them start with a decent idea and have a mediocre execution. This one actually explored the Superman character better than anyone since ESM was writing him, IMO. (And did a more sophisticated and fleshed out job than ESM outright worshipfullness ever did.)
Then came the time for the reason for my weekly pilgrimage, my hour with Mr Henry. My scales are getting better and sounding worse (my ears are getting better faster than my hands). More work was done on the current project, "Menuet en rondeau" sourced from "Pieces de clavecin" by Jean-Philippe Rameau (late French baroque). I'm starting to get good enough to (clumsily) attempt the light grace that defines what a menuet is. We finished off with some sightreading duets.
More packages when I got home. My replacement Cisco Aironet 352 IEEE 802.11B card was the most welcome, now I can return the one of elfs that I have been borrowing. Also, a backordered item from Lindsay Books, the book Homemade Root Beer, Soda, and Pop.
It's midnight. I *will* go to sleep now.