I have inadvertently installed a game I didn't want on my computer. This is the type of game that my computer plays, and that I can only play the role of spectator in.
Call me selfish, but if there's a game on my computer, I want to be the one playing it. (or my wife, in the case of Nancy Drew and other girlie mystery games that are kind of fun to play.. I mean that are fun to watch my wife play....)
The way the game works, is I set up a wireless network with WEP encryption. I then use a wireless PCI adapter of the same brand as my wireless router so my desktop can connect to the wireless network.
The final step is to connect to the router with Windows XP.
This is where the fun begins!
Windows, feeling excited at its new found friend, W.R. Puff-N-Stuff (Wireless Router), quickly starts talking to it and exchanging contact details, memories, and after some handshaking and packet exchanging, they are best of friends... like they've known each other for years!
As they start working together they reminisce over the days of yestermonth, when they first met and were in the honeymoon phase of their relationship.
In an effort to return to those wonderful days long past, Windows and W.R. decide to play a friendly game of peek-a-boo, and invite me to watch. As I'm writing an email in response to a purchase of an Ubuntu Christian Edition CD (only $5.00 each plus $0.75 shipping!), the router, with its thin yet effective antennae hides itself behind an imaginary steel and copper plated wall (in reality made out of thin air, swirling around the room as a result of those pesky tsunami-inducing butterflies somewhere in the east). This waft of air, which is quickly turned into a steel and copper wall by the imagination of both W.R. and Windows, pass through right as W.R. says "Where'd the Wireless Router Go?!?!" in a childish and happy voice.
Having years of networking experience, and the most up-to-date drivers, Windows quickly responds with "Wah?! huh?!? OMG (oh my goodness!) Where DID the Wireless Router Go?!?!!!?".
The butterfly is quickly smote by a young child practicing ineffectively the art of ken-do with a rolled up instruction manual for a wal*mart product that hasn't yet shipped. The wind dies, the imaginary wall is removed, and only moments after the game began, the final round is at hand.
At this point, the Router is now visible, and Windows, filled with extreeme joy of reuniting with its long-lost friend greets him with a quick tear-filled "THERE you are!!!" before swapping the most up-to-date contact information, a few packets, and even some more handshakes, lest they part ways again without knowing how to keep in touch.
It is at this moment that the game is over, my email gets sent, and I relax as another hour or so passes on the Church-Forge forums before yet another butterfly finds its way into the beautiful Eastern landscape and begins flapping the exhaustion off its wings, providing a cool breeze across the amber waves of grain, and into my apartment as my wife arrives home from work, ready to to relax and spend time with her mildly frustrated husband mumbling about butterflies and steel-and-copper walls in a game of peek-a-boo.
