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December 23, 2004

Holiday Essentials: Wireless And Alcohol

There are extra bodies scheduled for the in-law's Christmas this year; great uncles and aunts, at least one cousin, and Ngnat's great-grandfather, Immie, who gained his sobriquet through the good graces and less than agile tongue of the Sainted Wife, who was unable to pronounce the initial "J" in "Jimmie" as a child--so "Immie" he became.

The extra company gave me all the reasons I needed to set a wireless network up--though perhaps it wasn't quite necessary to start in on it the minute we arrived. Didn't take long at all, once I figured out that the in-laws' ISP name needed to be explicitly set in the Linksys router I'm using. After that, voila!

Extra voila, actually. For some reason--probably the more open floor plan now that I think about it--the wireless coverage area is almost twice the size here as it is in our humble (and wall-filled) abode. I did a quick war-stroll around the cul-de-sac after setting everything up, and I'd estimate that the signal is strong enough to use for at least 40 yards in every direction from the base station.

Yes, the signal is WEP-enabled, so the neighbors are out of luck, at least when it comes to my network. I detected one other signal in the neighborhood during my walk about. It's running under the SSID "linksys" (the default and completely open setting for a Linksys wireless router) so I expect that bandwidth is there for the taking.

Once that task was complete, the father-in-law gave me the Bigwig equivalent of being thrown into the briar patch. Once again I had the expectation of company to thank.

"I need you to go to the beer store,” he said. "Here's some money."

Excellent! A chance to proselytize!

"Make sure you get some Michelob Ultra,” he continued.

Damn. Well, can't really expect to get thrown into briar patch without suffering a scratch or two, I suppose. Driven by the father-in-laws implicit request to spend his money on beer with mass appeal, I ended up getting a case of Iron City in the new, beer-geek appealing aluminum bottles as well as the flavored turd-squeezings Michelob is passing off as beer.

I satisfied my desire for novelty at the liquor store next door, picking up a bottle of hard-to-find (for the Carolinas, at least) bottle of Cachaca. When it comes to people taking a sip, making a face and asking "What the hell are you drinking?"--all I ever ask for in a beverage, really--a caipirinha is just as effective as a rauchbier--though admittedly, after tasting a caipirinha they're more likely to ask for one of their own.

Posted by Bigwig at December 23, 2004 09:35 AM | TrackBack
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