Sep 11, 2010 12:46
We were standing around in the driveway, a bunch of swordsmen from Kuntsbruder, rehearsing for our next show. I didn't understand the question he was asking. It was so vague.
Did he mean, "Do you have your phone on you? I need to look something up on wikipedia." No, that couldn't be it; he had just seen me and Merc look things up a couple minutes before on our phones.
Did he mean, "Can you create a wireless network here in the driveway for my laptop?" No, that couldn't be it either, because all he had brought was a sword and some protective gear.
Then I realized how old he was. He was legitimately asking us if we had an internet connection which reached our house.
He wasn't asking whether the internet in our house was wireless or whether it was just wired internet. He wasn't asking how many computers we each owned. He wasn't asking whether we had a T1 line or broadband.
He legitimately was asking a group of people who live in Massachusetts, are under thirty, and have been in the same house for over three years, if they had a single computer in the house hooked up to internet.
This gave me pause.
crazy people,
computer