Lock your front door?
I know several people who have unsecure wireless networks. They just don't seem to care that people can walk, fly, drive, float by and hop on the Internet with an IP address that leads back to them. It is right up there with identity theft. Some one can break into your home and steel your old drivers license or your birth certificate and make off with your name. Well, Now people are driving down the street and using your IP address to surf child porn, or extort money from a rival business. You lock your front door, right? Turn on the security features on your wireless network.

Mom
My mom reads my blog. She is debating on starting a blog. That would be a bit much I think. I'm trying to think of a catch to get her on. "Write about Jesus."  That should do it.
She is on the mobile walking the dog around the neighborhood. I get the story about the dog next door. Sugar (seven pound ball of fury) scares the German Shepherd next door. He runs and hides when they walk by. She tells me about the Thunderbird parked a couple of houses down. She can hear me type and I tell her I'm typing my blog. She drives a Jeep. She is a tough old gal. She has to yell at the dog for picking up a cigarette. "Drop that!" Sugar will sit there and point like a pointer at bugs crawling across the floor. She will find it and track it until some one comes along and kills it. Kizzy, my mom's other dog. is old and blind. She doesn't go on walks as much any more.
My dad was out mowing the yard the whole time I was on the phone with my mom. He drives a Ford truck.

Maggie
When Maggie is scanned by the Grocery store checker it does not say "NRA Forever" as touted in the 138 episode Extravaganza. It says 847.63 dammit. I know it is hard to read. it is hard to read on the TV screen too.