The “Turn Wi-Fi On” button can be dangerous space.
I’ve been sitting around for a while, working on the last—would you believe it, the last?!—big assignment I have for this term.
Of course, that meant my Wi-Fi has been firmly turned off, blissfully isolating me from the almost other world we call the Internet.
For all the physicists complaining about how we haven’t, and never will, have enough energy to open an interdimensional portal, and one wide enough for people to traverse through it, well, they’re not looking hard enough. Right here, for a dime off your phone bill, exists a portal to an alternate reality where even your best friend may not be who they seem.
But I digress!
The point is, often, you can’t really keep away from the Internet. If not to avoid distractions or hour-long breaks, then you’d have to check back in because half your work in online, and being a computer science student, that’s all the more so true.
So every now and then I need to hit that unstable metaphorically-red button and hope that nothing blows up. You know, like a lot of time.
But today, opening up the dropdown options to reconnect, I saw this.
Ordinarily, I’d have interpreted that as someone hitting a random letter on their keyboard and keeping it pressed. It turns out, people are absolutely terrible when it comes to naming stuff. Ask any computer science kid ever, in particular. That’s probably how we ended up with an application called Facebook in the first place. Shed your familiarity with the term for a minute and really look at it. Face-book? We’re in 2 AM territory!
Naming something we’ve been working days and months on really puts us on the spot.
Naming variables is a nightmare.
Naming 25 test case files is a nightmare.
I have a friend who gave up explaining what exactly he was testing on each file’s name midway and just calling all his remaining test files Testpacito_(1/2/3…). It was a glorious moment.
At this rate, it’s a wonder I have a name at all, isn’t it?
So one might imagine someone would’ve thought, Well, it’s a Wi-Fi connection, but just calling it ‘Wifi Konnekt’ probably means I’ll never find it again. Hmmmm…
What about my dog’s name? But no, every time I ask someone to connect for me, my dog’s going to get confused hearing her name!
What about that mean first grade teacher I had?
Oh, lord, she was awful! She made us write our times tables out every morning! I can’t even begin to…
(five hours later)
Oh well, what the hell, I’ll just hit a random letter on the keyboard!
Only now, with the context of approaching finals, I’ve been having different ideas for that ending.
(five hours later)
No, wait, what? It’s been five hours already?! But–but, it was literally five minutes ago…
Have I really been trying to think of a wifi name for the last FIVE HOURS? Oh dear, who’s going to round the errors on those physics readings I took? Who will mess up the French grammar in my place? Complete, debug and turn in my coding assignment??*
AAAAA, SO MUCH WOORKKKKK!!!!
(hits ‘aa’ on the keyboard at random out of frustration)
Some random wifi checker: *name is valid*
Wait… did — after five HOURS, did you just—
I guess its a miracle any of us are named. We struggle, we name, and then some. Whose idea was a band name?
*Yes, you code first, feel hella proud of yourself, and then run into 17 bugs per line.
And now, seeing how I plugged right back in and have spent the last half hour most definitely not doing any of my work, I’m going to make a quiet exit.
Better get going before the imps of either the Internet or Time find me strolling in the digital park!