A little wi-fi story for your enjoyment:
Once upon a time when I moved into my new house, we didn’t have internet for about a week… and I had files I needed to get out ASAP. Christian had to drive around, me in the passenger seat trolling for unprotected wi-fi. A minute here, a minute there. It was all very undercover. In my opinion, if you really want to get to know your neighbors and the people living around you, go take a peek at their wireless name, if nothing else you’ll find out what they’re *really* interested in. Cough, penis wrinkle, cough, cough.
Which got me thinking… naming your Internet or wireless network is sort of like naming yourself — your alter ego if you will. I’ve had several “wi-fi” names including:
Brookwood Bitches — we were young, girls, lived on Brookwood and Bitches seemed to be the only “B” word we could think of. Not sure how babes, bonanza, boogers all escaped our grasps.
M^2 — I lived with my old roomie Meghan (spelling it Megan is still better) and since we clearly couldn’t decide on the correct spelling of Meg[h]an we went with M squared. Clever, eh?
Tawanda — My mom’s internet. Apparently she’s got and inner, power-hungry goddess.
MLCupcake — My current pseudo name. ML — for Megan and Lindsey (the current roomie) and cupcake because I fricken love cupcakes. I set it up, so I got to pick. Love when that happens.
Last week our internet decided to take a hiatus, and I happened to notice the networks around me. I apparently live next to a group of freaks.
MLCupcake <– That’s me.
Andi2010 <– That’s my neighbor, she has a wicked cool dog named Andi. She’s normal.
Brashley <– I’m thinking Bradley + Ashley = love forever. I just gagged writing that.
High Fructose Porn Syrup <–Someone has a porn and packaged food problem. Please say it’s not the creepy old dude across the street.
NETGEAR <– Someone irons their underwear and needs to let loose. A better name would be StarchedTidyWhities.
penis wrinkle <– Nope, this is definitely the creepy old dude across the street, either that or the guy that drives and Audi next door. Hard to say.
Sherman Express <– Like the polar express? Only instead of a train its a beat up VW bug with Christmas lights hung inside. Someone dreams big.
Slade <– They must have a fascinations with knives. And rocks. Hard things. Yeah, hard things.
Any good ones near you? Come on, you know you want to share.
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