I leave my Wifi unsecured because I'm lazy and live on the top floor of my building. I figure if someone really wants to scale the walls and steal Wifi from the roof, they probably deserve it. (Inside the building, everyone has their own network, and if someone's internet goes out and they want to mooch off me I'm find with that.)
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
My brother does not protect his wifi. He says that way no one can know for sure who downloaded what.
(and we all know I was kidding with the damn you, right?)
That is pretty awesome Nightwing news, Steph!
Teppy: that is the kind of INSANE CRACK I'm going to have to check out.
My wifi is protected, but my upstairs neighbor has the password. And I have the password to her wifi. I have a cable hook-up and she has dsl, and there've been a number of times when one or the other has gone out, but not both.
DH has always kept the wifi secure. But his job demanded this. and he doesn't want any snooping
Pasta pomadoro is the chain of choice.
Teppy: that is the kind of INSANE CRACK I'm going to have to check out.
It's pretty cool, although there's still a lot of wack shit going on.
That is pretty awesome Nightwing news, Steph!
I figured that's what would happen, but they had to drag it out and make it all dramatic and make Jason (more) insane and then try to make it look like he died (again), which no one believes.
Yay Kalliope! I know a 6 month old Kalliope whose father is Greek and it's pronounced the Greek way, Kall-ee-OH-pee, and she's called Popi (POPE-ee). But I think Kall-EYE-oh-pee is beautiful too.
And I'm all WHAT?!?!?!?
See, I was going to go there, but flea did first. I love the name, pronounced either the Greek way or the American way, and am happy it's spelled with a K.
But mostly I'm happy for a healthy Babyfras!
My favorite Italian restaurant is a little place in Little Italy in Baltimore, but I lived at Olive Garden and Spaghetti Factory in the years between getting out of college and having a kitchen of my own.
My computer is named Cabana Boy and our network is Porter, after Cole.
Stuff I didn't say today:
OK, so you had the meeting about how to structure that section of the web site and didn't see any reason to include me and then sent me the text (which sucked majorly) with an OMG!GOTTAGETTHISUPONTHEWEBSITERIGHTNOWASAP!!!1! message ... and you didn't want it to go live and I just spent two days not only getting your crappy and repetitive text up but NOW you tell me this?
I DID tell them that the old pages are gone, gone, gone.