Back in the hotel. I’m listening to WREK via the archive, last
week’s Hour
of Slack and Bob’s
Slacktime Funhouse while D has a bit of a nap. I’m trying to get
in touch with an old Georgia Tech/WREK buddy of mine who lives like
six or eight blocks from this hotel. That will really suck if I never
do see him and am this close.
I did finally make it to the the
Cartoon Art Museum. It was worth doing, but was smaller and had
less stuff than I thought it would. It’s only a few blocks from the
Moscone Center, so you think that they’d throw a few flyers over that
way. After that, I got on the train. I had downloaded the PalmOS trip
planner from the BART website so had
just enough information to get around. I got off at 16th and Mission,
took a left on Valencia and started walking. Around the time I thought
I must have had the Borderlands Books address
wrong, I saw an Ethiopian restaurant that I decided to eat at. As I
turn in, I see that it’s next door! Beauty. I tried yet again to buy
Charlie Stross’s Toast and other Rusted Futures. They
had a copy but it was “damaged”, which meant that the POD company had
put a different book inside the right cover. I had thought that I’d be
willing to buy a bent or dogeared copy, but that’s too “damaged” for
my tastes. I’ll have to order this goddamn book online. I did end up
buying a copy of a Moorcock book, the one he cowrote with Paul
Butterworth and that has the Hawkwind characters in it. The cashier
and I talked Moorcock, and that this wasn’t a great book in relative
terms. “Hey, Hawkwind are characters – how good does it have to be?”
I continued on a bookstore tour of the district, and also bought a
Lynda Barry book at Dog Eared
Books. I could easily have dropped more money on this trip, but I
had so much stuff in my backpack (including the comics I bought from
the 3/$1 bin at Jeffrey’s Toys and
Comics. It was all fun. I got done and ready to leave earlier than
I had thought, so I had time to run back to the hotel and drop off my
pile of booty (to get it off my booty). Then to the Moscone for the
wifi hijinks related in the previous entry. Whew, caught back to the present.