Things that Point and Click

I found the G-spot. It took some maneuvering. I've curled into corners, pointed at windows, and crawled on the floor looking for that special place. Last night, on a corner of the rug just beneath the coffee table, I finally landed on it. I found free WiFi.

Stealing WiFi is one of my favorite games. Turn the laptop in any direction, and find a multitude of hosts. Any movement of the computer reveals even more. And one -- two if I'm lucky -- come through. Many of them are unresponsive, prissy enough to require a password. Except for strongsqu@re. Once, I was in the bedroom searching for service, and I happened upon strongsqu@re. Strongsqu@are later appeared in the living room, sparkling and animated. Strongsqu@re lives up to its burly name; it's polymorphously perverse, workable in many places.

I was tired of waiting for the phone to ring, threating my dial-up service. Bored, I headed for the kitchen. No action. Nothing on the other side of the table, or on the desk, the couch. I crouched next to the couch. No help from Jimmy, Dude, WiFitoolbox, lind3, nothing, even Cummdogg3000. And there was strongsqu@re, with enough endurance to last another hour until I finally left the apartment.