Cats

Phillip and I keep saying that we should go to the cat café someday, but we keep forgetting about it.

Today, we had nothing on the calendar, and I finally remembered the cat café.

Neko cat café is located on E Pine Street, on Capitol Hill. It cost $10, per person, per hour. The cat room holds a maximum of ten people. Reservations are required.

We made our reservation for 1:00 today.

The 47 bus dropped us off a half hour early. (The next 47 would have gotten us there late. There were alternatives, including walking, but we made our choice.)

We used up our half hour playing pinball in The Raygun Lounge. I managed to beat Phillip in a game of Guardians of the Galaxy pinball. I never beat Phillip at pinball.

Neko cat café was fun. We sat with the cats, and listened to soothing alternative music.

It was a sunny day today, and the cats were content to nap next to the window. There were plenty of toys and treats available, but the cats were more interested in napping. There’s a rule against picking up the cats, which was disappointing at first – but it made sense. Consent is important.

After our hour with the cats, we went back to The Raygun Lounge, where Phillip beat me in every game of pinball, which is how it should be.

We walked over to L’il Woodys for lunch. Then we caught a 49 bus home.

It was a fun day.

Advertising, Good And Bad

Yesterday, while I was listening to YouTube at work, I kept hearing the same stupid advertisement, over and over and over. “Anyone can deliver,” it said, “But only QFC can deliver the fresh ingredients you know and love.” (Or words to that effect.)

I thought: “Really? QFC has exclusive rights to oranges? Safeway can’t deliver fresh oranges to me? Only QFC?”

Last night, at home, I watched a YouTube video on my phone. An advertisement came on. “Anyone can deliver,” it said, “But only King Sooper can deliver the fresh ingredients you know and love.” (Same images of the same happy customers. Same happy employee happily delivering bags of groceries into the back of a vehicle. The King Sooper logo was digitally added to the grocery bag, instead of the QFC logo.)

I suspected the answer to this, and I confirmed it later on Wikipedia: QFC and King Sooper are both owned by Kroger.

It reminded me of the time we were grocery shopping at Grocery Outlet. There, in the frozen foods section, was a fish dinner from Van de Kamp next to a fish dinner from Mrs. Paul’s – same exact dinner, same exact photo, same exact packaging, but different logo.

Sure, I know that products get re-branded all the time. I just think it’s funny when re-branded products advertise their uniqueness.

Phillip went to a NorWesCon meeting today. This means it was phở day for me!

Rather than return to my favorite place, Pho Than Brothers, I decided to try a little place Downtown.

Every morning, riding into work on the 47, I see the neon lights of a little restaurant on 6th Avenue. “Vegetarian Food” says one neon sign. “Phở” says another neon sign, above a neon picture of a steaming bowl of phở. I didn’t even know the name of the restaurant. The signs alone have always looked inviting. That’s good advertising.

New Siagon

I caught a 10 bus to Westlake and walked over to New Saigon. (That’s the name of the restaurant.)

I had assumed, from the outside, that it was going to be window service with a few tables inside. I had assumed wrongly. Through the entrance is a long, winding stairway leading to down a full restaurant.

There was a lot of neon signage inside the restaurant as well.

I had a bowl of chicken phở and an iced Vietnamese coffee. I’m not sure what Vietnamese coffee is, exactly – I’m guessing French roast – but it was all delicious and reasonably priced.

Pho

I paid the bill and walked up the stairway. I heard a lot of noise out on the street.

There was a union march coming down Pine street, gathering at Westlake Mall. I stopped and watched the march, cheering on the union members.

March

I walked over to University Street Station (to avoid the crowds) and caught Link light rail to Capitol Hill.

I took what I thought was going to be a good photo of the mezzanine of University Street Station, but my phone had moved too much, and the photo didn’t turn out so great.

There continues to be something about University Street Station that confuses me. Every time I go there, I get turned around, and it feels like I’m waiting on the wrong platform, despite the signs.

I stopped into Scream at 2:30, to get my hair trimmed. They weren’t able to get me in until 6:00, so I gave them my cell phone number and walked home.

So, here I am on a Saturday afternoon, my belly full of phở, waiting for a phone call from a neighborhood salon.

Little Moments

I played some Cities: Skylines this evening. When I was done, and I shut down the game, I saw that Steam was downloading something. I had no idea what. I checked my games library. Life is Strange 2 was doing a download. I knew it couldn’t be Episode 2. I hadn’t heard any news. It was too soon. The download was too small. Still, there was a part of me that wondered: Was it?

It was a game patch. It fixed something about the sketching. (Was that why I was having so much trouble?)

I’ve pre-ordered the Get Famous expansion for The Sims 4. I am very excited about it.

I keep forgetting to mention this, but Chvrches played at The Paramount, here in Seattle a couple of Saturdays ago. The tickets were amazingly cheap, too: $38. I looked into it months in advance, but the show had only single seats left, scattered around the auditorium. So, I didn’t buy tickets. I was listening to Chvrches at work today, among other things.

I’m enjoying reading Eleanor Rigby, by Douglas Coupland. Either I never knew what the plot of the book is, or I knew but had forgotten. Anyway, I’m going into this book with no idea where it’s heading. That’s rather fun.

I’ve started re-reading Saga, Volume One, knowing exactly where it’s heading, but re-discovering things I’d forgotten. For one thing, I’d forgotten how laugh-out-loud funny it can be. Saga is not a comedy. It’s a story of war and death and struggles, and a family who just wants to be left alone. But it has its moments. Marko: “Alana, I’m so sorry. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” Alana: “Maybe. Just tell me you weren’t lying when you said I’m the hottest chick you’ve ever slept with.” Marko: “I swear! Gwendolyn may have been tall, but her hips were boyish, not womanly like yours.” Alana: “You know, for a pacifist, you sure beg to get stabbed a lot.

Juggling Books

At the 47 bus stop this morning, I opened my Libby By Overdrive app and was confused for a moment because it was downloading something. Then, it the next moment, I realized that my hold on Helter Skelter had come in. I’d forgotten that I still had the eBook on hold.

Back when I finally got my hands on a physical copy of Helter Skelter, I canceled my Seattle Public Library hold on the eBook. Then I changed my mind. Reading always goes faster when there’s a physical copy at home and an electronic version on the bus. So I put the eBook on hold at the King County Library System – the wait was shorter there. I’d been next in line, with a “very short wait” for the whole time I read the physical copy.

I finished Helter Skelter last Sunday morning, and uploaded the blog post, which I wish I’d written better, right before we headed north to Everett.

I returned the physical book to the Capitol Hill Library on my way to work Monday morning. I returned the eBook to King County this morning.

I’ve finished all 50 books in Popsugar’s 2018 Reading Challenge. It’s the beginning of October. So, now what?

We have plenty of unread books at home. I also want to re-read the Saga series from the beginning.

I also wanted to have something to read during my commute. I looked at the books still on my “For Later” shelf at the library – the runner-ups for the Challenge. I downloaded Eleanor Rigby, by Douglas Coupland (the runner-up for the Book With Song Lyrics In The Title) because it was available now.

I’m enjoying Eleanor Rigby, so far. I like Douglas Coupland’s clever, but not forced, style of writing. The narrator, Liz Dunn, 36 years old, introduces herself to us, adding, “I may or may not snore – there’s never been anyone to tell me one way or the other.