I've been having router trouble for the last few months. It's been frustrating. I'll be surfinging the net, minding my business, when suddenly a little bubble pops up calmly telling me that I've lost wireless. The wireless lights still blink on the router, and the modem still blinks, but do I have internet? No. Grr..Argh. Since it was kinda old in technology years, I bought a new router. After much hair pulling, I set up the router with G.'s help, and the range was wonderful. Except almost immediately the same problem reared it's ugly head. My brother suggested channel switching, and so far today it's behaved. Then again, it only acts up during the morning and I was at BN most of the day.
Speaking of which, the visit to BN was interesting. You really don't notice atmosphere until you have to, and today was one of those days. Apparently today was Josh Groban day because they had him blaring on the speakers, which on any other day I might sing along because my roommate owns the cd. It wasn't a classical day. Their preferences in New Age are just atrocious, and apparently that was the next selection. It was all so loud. It's not question friendly. It is iPOD with headphones friendly.
The store has a section towards the back on the leftside before it turns into the music store that they have sectioned off for their wireless customers. There are a few rows of tables, and a few people were sitting at them reading and/or studying. I was approaching the area, and one lady looked up at me, and her reaction was flabbergasting. Some people briefly look up, blink, then look down. Others smile and seem embarrassed, like they have been caught doing something they shouldn't have. She just frowned and kept staring until I left the area. Really, it's people like her that make me want to ask her what she's really thinking. Either that or tell her if she doesn't like what she sees then she needs to get some glasses. Seriously.
Other than that incident, BN was uneventful and I was not suckered into browsing the rows and rows of beautiful books. I stationed myself right next to the young adult section. One of these days I may be tempted to read the Buffy/Angel novels. Bad me.