But then, you can probably just chase him off the computer and read his posts.:)
I hooked up a wireless router a few weeks ago. She can roam freely about the property, on line with her cool, sleek MacBook, breezing about the world and the Internet in perfect harmony. I'm chained to the desk with an eighty year old Dell patched together from parts I cannibalized from the recycle bin at work. The mouse is a rock with a string tied around it.