Back when I first moved to the city, a lot of wireless networks were just starting to get security passwords, and a lot of unsecured ones were around. (I also had to support the damned things through tech support, so don't get me started, I'll end up in the corner, rocking back and forth, crying.).
Anyhow, I was at my local lounge enjoying the one thing I had going while rebuilding my life (I knew
*NO ONE* in the city at the time!), wings and beer. Well, football was on, and a trio of jocks from a close university were sitting and watching the game. Two of them start getting into a massive argument about the stats of one player, and it was starting to get quite violent in language and posture. Finally, the third, and largest fellow goes, "THAT'S IT, THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO DEAL WITH THIS!" in a massive booming voice.
He then pulls out an Apple iBook, finds an unsecured network at a weak signal strength, and looks up the stats somewhere online, "Bob's right, Ralph is wrong. We're done."
I cried in my beer then. Nerd culture stolen by jocks like it was our lunch money.
