It's been thundering and lightning and raining about every fifteen minutes here in The IC for the last week, and don't get me wrong, I love a good thunderstorm as much as anyone, but what with the humidity and the indoor boys and the lightning-fried modem demolishing our home internet, I am feeling just a mite peeved at the elements. Just a mite, you understand: not enough to tempt Mother Nature to sic a tornado on us or anything. Just, um, miffed.
Though it's kind of nice not being able to hop online at home. TTD can't do his charts, I can't read blogs, neither of us can email, and it feels much more relaxed. Of course, the knowledge that all that stuff is lurking out there waiting to get done is NOT relaxing, but it feels good to turn off the computer in the evening and just stop, already. Then the next day I run to a coffee shop the second the babysitter arrives, and TTD has to stay late at work to get his charts signed, and we come to the conclusion that yes, indeed, wireless has its place. So when the new modem arrives, online we go, at least if I can manage the required techological shenanigans. But we'll enjoy ourselves betimes.
And....whew! Whoa! Hoooo, boy! Here I am sitting in my usual coffee shop writing about wireless having its place and all, and wowsy dow, I look up from my screen and catch sight of my neighbor's screen--and it's right in my line of vision; it's not like I'm peering and craning my neck--and... PORN! And I do mean porn! Videos, even! Took me a second to process what I was seeing, because I'm not used to seeing, um, that, in such a spectacularly public forum, but there it was (wait a sec, I'm checking again)...yup, there it is. I'd detail it for you but, you know, blech. The less said the better, really. Suffice it to say, this dude is just hanging out in a coffee shop and really trawling the net for whatever he can find. He's behaving himself, he's just sitting there, but all the same...YUUUUUCCK!
I am having a hard time not laughing here. I know that this is one of the main reasons a lot of people use the internet, but feh. In a coffee shop? And where people can see your screen? Dude, there are images I just do not want in my brain, thanks very much. And while I realize that your apartment must not have internet access, I repeat: in a coffee shop?
Now, where was I in my little post about the appropriate uses of wireless internet?
PS I swear I am not fabricating this.