Thievery

So I've been stealing internet from an unknown ... uh... internet payer-for guy who names his unsecured network, "dood get off my network." I'm almost sure everyone in my apt. complex has been stealing from him as well. For the past four or so weeks, however, even though I have a totally solid connection to his network, he has not had his modem connected to the internet. Which means no blogging for me. So once my patience had run thin after not being able to do ANYTHING online (esp. work related emails,) I discussed the issue with my room mate Joe. We both agreed that, though free internet is worth every second of wasted time waiting for the slow connection to load a page, its simply much too frustrating when there is no connection at all. We hankered down and called AT&T and subscribed to a fairly priced internet service. We get connected on Wednesday.

Go figure: dood get off my network is now back online at a breakneck pace! Damnit.

I once applied to rent a room from this guy in orange. A friend referred me to him. They went to the same church. I arranged to see the place, and meet the owner who happens to be pretty great! He's a committed Christian with two daughters, who'd only live there part time as he and his wife had been recently divorced. He had weekly Bible studies there, they didn't watch TV, he played guitar, and there was free internet from the neighbor's wireless router! I explained that I was dedicated to children's ministry, a musician, hated TV, and would love to rent the room. He asked if I'd give him some of my information as a mere formality. Having been out of applications, he asked if I'd jot my employment history and references down on a sheet of paper. I explained to him I was paid under the table from on of my jobs, so only one source of my income was valid on paper. He said, "Under the table? What exactly does that mean?" "Well," I answered, "that means I'm paid in cash, so I'm not taxed on my earnings." He asked me if I had a problem with that. (Obviously I didn't, and was slightly confused as to why he asked me that.) "Well, I have a problem with that." He said sternly. "'Pay Caesar what is due Caesar...' Maybe you should pray about the sin you are committing. I'll have to consider this further before I agree to you moving in. I have to protect my daughters."

Hhhhwwell! On the way home I was almost feeling the conviction of my sin, when I remembered that not only was this man divorced, but also STEALING INTERNET!

P: Hey Kettle

K: Hey Pot, what's up?

P: Nigger...

I'm currently Ripping my entire DVD collection to my external hard drive... It feels like I'm stealing, or doing something wrong... but as long as I don't sell them its totally legal. But then again, I could use the money. I just set up all of my credit cards to be paid automatically (and even on time!) I just over paid my car insurance, which I found out today is actually going to be more expensive than my truck for some reason. So I'm just barely breaking even saving on gas. Yeah I got a new car, but my truck was great! Oh Hank Sr! How will I survive, (sur-drive) without you!? I'm doing everything right now, and I'm suffering for it... well, I still have that tax free job, and I kinda own an illegal animal, and I just found out my license has been expired for four months...

Well shiver me timbers. I'm a sinner... father's hide your daughters.

I hope they don't find out about the heroin lab I'm running in Cambodia. My face would be so red.

Q: What's the difference between "unlawful" and "Illegal"?

A: One means, "Against the law" while the other is just a sick bird.

Anywho... I didn't really have too much to say tonight. Just rambling I guess.

Now that the internet is back up (illegal only for two more days) I'll have much more to follow! We must catch up! I went on a blind date with my cousin. I battled a hairy water demon. I almost bought my dream guitar. I'm writing again, or will be at least. The Tola Worm, and other stories are making their way to a blog near you! All of this, and more! STAY TUNED!