DSL Addiction: It happened to me.

A bouncing baby wireless DSL connection is the newest addition to the ZigKvetch household. (We're registered at Addictions 'R' US, in case you'd like to send us anything, er, share in our joy.) We were instantly addicted. To the point of the ridiculous.

I have a work laptop, and we had an ancient behemoth of a computer upstairs in the den. Dial-up sucked big time and it took forever to do anything, not to mention you'd be tying up the phone line forever. When we finally decided to replace said behemoth with a laptop, it was just so shiny and pretty and new, that we just couldn't let her...um... it suffer through sucktastic dial-up. So we took the plunge into the 21st century and ma & pa got ourselves some new-fangled DSL, and hell, we might as well make it wireless, right?

Well, I'm happy to say we're spending more time together, Mr. ZigKvetch and I. We both settle in down in the family room, all cozy with our laptops humming and beeping and dinging, and stay that way, cuddled up with our technology (me on the couch, Mr. ZigKvetch in the comfy chair) for hours into the night. We've even IMd each other, 3 feet away.

Yes folks, it's that bad. It's just that it's so easy and fast. We're addicted to the speed at which we can zip around the Internet, download stuff, and send messages. We're addicted to the gadgetiness (there it is-- my new word of the day!) and the bright lights. We're addicted to the fact that WE DON'T NEED NO STINKING WIRES to hold us back. It's Spring, and we're in love.