whee, free shit!

so i know that most on nyc's parks are wifi'd up and after two years of this and me being all duh, i've finally taken george to park for a spin to test his wifi squatting skills. he's doing lovely. of course the up-talking yuppie family that was playing 'catch' [proving that people from ohio are functionally retarded in both social interaction and sports, but i digress...] a little too close to big daddy and little george. enough glares to the father [i can take him on, not afraid of him. his wife, well, that's another story] and they move on. HA. parks aren't for playing catch or talking in anything more than a hushed tone, preferably not in a cel phone.

oh yes. when the tomunist revolt happens, it's going to happen big, dears.

so recall the one broad at work who just couldn't bear to hear me say, 'when the revolution comes...' yeah, she likes to visit exotic places like london and san fran vineyards and play shutterbug and molests all of us with her photos. there is NOTHING worse than vacation photos of other people. they either suck, they're good but you don't care, you don't like the person who is molesting you so you don't care where s/he went, or you're jealous s/he went someplace cool and you're pissed. in this case, i just didn't give a shit about the place she went, what she saw, and she's a tad crazy, so the annotated 'and this is where the government sponsored needle drop off box was! can you believe! and EVERYONE was smoking the marijuana. smoke smoke smoke, it was terrible.' oh. um. sounds right nice to me dear, where did you go again?

augh some broad just came up to me and asked wifi is available all over the park. no dear, i'm special. only on this park in this spot on this computer. now go home sweetie.

augh. i don't suffer fools easily.