I'm getting addicted to this wireless Internet thing. Right now I'm sitting in a restaurant in Vancouver's hip gentrified former industrial Yaletown neighbourhood, writing this entry through a wireless gateway someone in the building is (knowingly or unknowingly) running open to the public. (There is also a for-pay FatPort gateway in the vicinity, but I'll take the free one.)
The free network connection is a little flaky, with the signal fading in and out, but I can get through consistently enough to post this journal entry and download some files I need for a client I'm going to visit after lunch. There's even a power outlet by my feet for the restaurant's table lamp. There's a business model here -- I'd eat at this restaurant more often when I'm in the area if they made wireless Internet available more consistently for free.
As my heavy-metal grade 8 classmates would have said twenty years ago: "Sweeeeet."