Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Wardrinking

And then things started to get silly: Potentially giving new meaning to the term "PDA" in a gay bar and opening up broad new vistas of euphemistic possibility involving the word "laptop", the preternaturally gifted Scott has come up with the perfect blend of my two greatest loves: beer and WiFi.

He calls it wardrinking.

Instead of driving around in your car looking for open wireless connections (i.e., wardriving), you go to bars and see if there's an unprotected hotspot you can use. I'm even considering putting together a list of bars in Boystown where you can do this. It raises the concept of "drinking and blogging" to a whole new level.

Wow... I believe I've just come up with the idea for the first true technorati bar crawl.

And then he goes and makes it even better by completing my fave trifecta with the addition of Star Trek. Frankly, I've never wanted him more.

Free the Man Purse

Double standards: Still sucking after all these years. I am pleased to be among and to support my brethren afflicted by satchel-based discrimination. Join us. Hear our rallying cry: "Unhand My Man Purse!"

For the second time in the last six months or so, I have been forced to check my bag. The first time, I was at a Yankees game and they told me I couldn't bring my bag into the stadium. I complained as I saw women carrying similarly sized bags through the gates with no problem. When I asked a security guard why I couldn't bring my bag in, he explained that purses are allowed but bags are not. I told him my bag was a purse and he asked if I was a woman.

Preach it, brother Matt!