it's make it work time

When I first moved in to my apartment in Jersey City, before we got our wireless set up I would leach internet access off someone in the neighborhood called "Sayed." Well, that was the name of the network that popped up and possibly not an actual person, but in my mind there was a man named Sayed who was my unwitting internet sugar daddy.

In order to get Sayed's wireless to work, though, I had to smush myself basically inside the window frame and sit on top of the radiator in the corner of our kitchen. It didn't work in my bedroom, which was right next to the kitchen, and it didn't work at the kitchen table, which was two feet from the window. Only inside the window, squished next to the pane of glass like some kind of weird modern art installation. Perhaps this is proof that Sayed did, indeed, exist and spent most of his free time watching the silly white lady get all Cirque de Soleil in the window across the street.

Now, I'm home, where there's internet access, but no wireless. I can get on my parents' computer, but most of the time I need access to all the random assorted crap that is saved on my laptop. But! This morning I remembered that once long, long ago, in the before time, I had picked up a random wireless signal from our guest bedroom on the second floor. So I grabbed the laptop, plopped down next to the window and attempted to connect (to a network whose name is far less titilating than Sayed, I must tell you). And VOILA! Let there be light! Or something like that.

I quickly discovered, though, that much like Sayed, this crazy ass stolen internet doesn't want to make life easy for me either. So here I sit, squished up next to the window in the guest bedroom in a very particular position that I have not budged from in the last half an hour because I am superstitiously convinced that the way I'm seated has everything to do with the fact that it hasn't gone out on me in this 30-minute span the way it did when I first connected.

This time, though, there are blinds on the window and they are closed. So my new Sayed internet sugar daddy is getting no jollies whatsoever, thank you very much. I totally win.


cheers,
elizabeth