The Dangers of the Interwebs (and moving).

So I finally moved to my new apartment. Yaaayyy!

Only now, I’m in a pickle.

I moved into an apartment building with the hope that, out of all my neighbors, maybe SOMEONE would have an unsecured wireless internet connection that I could mooch off of. No dice, people are wising up and affixing all their routers with all kinds of security measures in the form of: Passwords That I Can’t Guess Based On Their Clever Network Names.

For instance, a network that is named after R2-D2 will not necessarily have the password “C-3PO”, “Skywalker”, or “Jabba the Hut”.

So I’ve made a few treks to various Starbuckses to use their wireless internet (well, also their Cinnamon Dolce Lattes totally own my heart and stomach), only to come home tonight to discover… I RANDOMLY HAVE FREE INTERNET. Here’s the catch: it’s on a network that I know for a FACT was inaccessable before.

Have you ever seen the episode of Friends called, “The One With the Free Porn”? For those of you who haven’t, two of the characters discover that they are erroneously receiving an “adult” channel that they have not paid for. For the entirety of the episode, they have porn playing on their TV at all times for fear that once they turn off the TV, they will lose it.

This is my life right now, at this moment. I should have been in bed hours ago, and yet I HAVE FREE INTERNET, and what if it goes away once I disconnect? It’s a very precarious situation!

I feel I owe an apology to my boss in advance, because I have a feeling that tomorrow, I may be late for work on account of staying up all night reading the entire archives of PerezHilton.com, or something sick like that because I like to make hay while the sun shines, if you know what I mean, and I’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

So here I sit, my eyes bleary and my fingers numb from typing, because dammit, I have internet people, and this is not something I take lightly… I mean, I already broke my iPod and am going a little crazier every day without my beloved Podcasts or AngstyIndieFolkRockEclecticMix, so I’m not going to let technology abandon me again. Oh no, I am going to stalk this wireless internet connection like some kind of crazy… internet… stalker…..

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This Message Brought to You by Generation “Y” – We may be completely addicted to technology, but we’re okay with it, because THIS IS WHAT WE KNOW.

Oooh, the Beach.

My dad recently bought a new camera for his business, meaning that he gave me his old camera to play with.

Now, when I say, “he gave me his old camera to play with,” what I want you to understand is that he gave me a Nikon D70. I mean, obviously he had to upgrade, but for me — a lowly, poor, recent college graduate — this is a pretty bomb-ass camera to own. I’m super excited!

So obviously, between this camera and the old FE2 film mamma-jamma, I’m having a grand old time behind the viewfinder.

Here’s some digis I shot the other night…

Yayyy!

Also, all photography aside, I’m having a great vacation.