Skynet Global Wingman Network - Drunk_Idjit“The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because generally they are the same people. Gilbert K. Chesterton”“Seriously?!” Dean pawed at his pillows blindly, not even bothering to wipe the crust out of his eyes, until he grabbed one in his fist and slammed it down over his head. Clutching the pillow with both hands he tried to smother himself well enough to keep out the source of his morning annoyance but the pounding in his head just kept hammering on and on. Come on!” He groaned into the pillow in agony. Realizing that no amount of pillows were going to help him he kicked off his sheets angrily and stomped out into his living room, wiping his eyes clumsily until he could open them up enough to be met with a painfully sunny reminder of his hangover. He vaguely remembered passing out the night before after a night of partying and possibly too many shots.
But hey, it’s not every day your little brother graduates from law school. He was regretting it now though as the pounding in his head worsened. He climbed up onto his couch, barefoot and clad in nothing but the plaid blue boxers that he fell asleep in, and began pounding on the wall he shared with his neighbor.
Who. The fuck. Plays drums. At ten. In the morning. On a Saturday!” He yelled, accentuating his words with a pound of his fist. His new neighbor, whoever the hell it was, had been waking him up with his early morning drum sessions for the last 2 weeks. Seriously, who even brings a drum set into an apartment? Especially one with paper thin walls?
This guy obviously knows nothing about common courtesy. His neighbor seemed to get the hint, as the drumming slowly quieted down to be replaced by much softer music, probably from a radio. Finally” Dean grumbled as he climbed off the couch and held his head between his hands for a few moments of peace. Well, he was already awake.
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Might as well make some nice greasy breakfast of bacon and eggs to chase away his hangover. He opened up his laptop to connect his internet, maybe put on some music of his own to accompany him while he cooked. He clicked the Network icon to look for his router name. LINKSYSDr. Badass Is In. APT 3. 02. Skynet Global Defense Network. FBI Surveillance Van.
Bill Wi the Science Fi. Bill Wi, that one must be the new neighbor. Another comedian. He already knew Dr. Badass and Skynet were his upstairs neighbors, Ash and Charlie. They were pretty freakin’ nerdy, but seemed kinda cool from the few interactions he had with them, and they were damn good with computers.
Overview. The CPU of Skynet. Skynet is the world's first Automated Defense Network, processing information at ninety teraflops. It is the controlling force behind all. What is the best name for a WiFi network? I kept checking my phone to see if I could connect to any wifi networks to access. Skynet Global Defense Network.
. Skynet controls a global empire from its heavily guarded fortress. The Resistance believed this would cause the entire defense network to collapse into chaos. An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works. 50 funny Wi-Fi names that will make your neighbors smile. Skynet Global Defense Network; I’m cheating on my WiFi. Internet-addicted cousin to Ben's Bargains. Current status of the global learning neural network. TRANSFERRING TO CYBER RESEARCH SYSTEMS LOGGING INTO DEF.
Charlie was the one who taught him how to set up his router and how to change the name to something fun. He thought it was a silly idea but he went with FBI Surveillance Van, thinking it would be worth it if he freaked some people out with it. Feeling a bit passive aggressive he decided to change his router name, doubting anybody would see it anyway but still smirking at the small sense of gratification he got out of it. He went ahead and typed his password in and went straight to his “mullet rock” Pandora, which is what his little brother Sam called it.
Twisted Sister started playing and he felt no shame in singing along to We’re not gonna takeit while he danced around his kitchen frying up some bacon and scrambling some eggs.“Oh yeah, that hit the spot” he moaned appreciatively while flopping on the couch and rubbing at his belly. He pulled out his cell phone and checked the time, groaning at how damn early he was awake on a freaking Saturday. He usually slept way into the afternoon on Saturdays, opting to stay out late at the bar or stay up drinking and watching movies the night before, after a long week working at Bobby’s body shop. His weekend was for relaxing, not waking up at ass o’clock in the morning to some douchebag who couldn’t have just picked up acoustic guitar and play quietly, like Dean used to, rather than the loudest most annoying instrument ever.
His cell phone buzzed in his pocket and he jerked in response, realizing he was falling back asleep. He pulled out his phone and smiled at the text from Sam: Wake up jerk!
Jess and I are going to the beach with some of our friends and you’re coming. Only Sam would be all gung ho about actually doing stuff in the morning after getting wasted enough to twerk in front of the whole bar on a dare the night before. Yeah yeah bitch ure lucky im actually awake.
Ok, we’ll come by to pick you up. Don’t worry, we got you beer to drink through your hangover =)Dean sat up and smiled. Yeah, Sammy knew him too well. He quickly got dressed, pulling on his swim trunks and a white tank top over his head and grabbing his sunglasses while waiting for the party brigade to show up. Dean got home that night maybe a little bit sunburned and crazy tired, but it was a good day. They drank beer on the beach, did some swimming, played a little beach volleyball and went out for dinner with some of Sam’s friends.
Any time he got to spend with his brother was awesome, since he was always so caught up with school and his girlfriend, who he was getting really serious about. He flipped on the TV and found a channel that was doing a Back to the Future marathon. Hell yeah, he thought, turning the volume up and sitting back, until he fell asleep sometime during the middle of the third movie.- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- He woke up the next morning with a cramp in his neck.
Well that’s what I get for falling asleep on the couch” he grumbled, stretching his neck to each side. He flipped open his laptop to connect his Wi- Fi and did a double take when he realized that not only did he forget to change back his passive aggressive router name, but that his neighbor had decided to reply. LINKSYSDr. Badass Is In. APT 3. 02. Skynet Global Defense Network. Who plays drums at 1.
Who blasts their tv until 2am? Ok, so it wasn’t the most mature thing to do but what the hell, did the guy have to stoop to his level? He rolled his eyes and closed his laptop. I’ll deal with this later” he muttered. He got up and went to his room to throw on some shorts, a comfy t- shirt and his running shoes.
He popped in his headphones and oh yeah he was ready for a nice long jog, his feet hitting the pavement as he sang along: Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances. Went the distance.
Now I'm back on my feet. Just a man and his will to survive- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Clash! Ba- dun- dun Ba- dada, Ba- dun- dun Ba- dada, Ba- dun- dun Ba- dada, Ba- dun- dun Ba- dada“Aww come on!” Dean groaned, sliding out of bed limply and laying on the floor, defeatedly. ‘Why does this have to happen to me?”Another Saturday morning being woken up early by the clashing of drums and cymbals. He sighed exasperatedly and stomped his way to the living room, once again pounding on the wall.
Come on man, knock it off!”The drumming became slightly muffled and Dean realized that all his neighbor was doing was playing the same song, just more softly. Man, it’s not even that he didn't love Zep but if he had to hear Immigrant Song one more time this morning he was going to go crazy. Clash! Ba- dun- dun Ba- dada, Ba- dun- dun Ba- dada, Ba- dun- dun Ba- dada, Ba- dun- dun Ba- dada“Oh my god that’s it!” Dean growled as he grabbed his laptop off the coffee table. The guy wasn't gonna listen to him pounding on the wall and if he went over there and knocked on the door he’d probably kick little drummer boys ass so he pulled up the list of router names and decided to change his again. Maybe this will make him get the hint. LINKSYSDr. Badass Is In. APT 3. 02. Skynet Global Defense Network.
At least play something other than Immigrant Song! Who blasts their tv until 2am? Again, up to early and too annoyed to stay home and listen to his neighbor play the same song 2. Dean took a shower and got dressed, deciding to run a few errands he'd been putting off for the last few weeks. - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -That night he came home to a new router name on his list.
LINKSYSDr. Badass Is In. APT 3. 02. Skynet Global Defense Network. At least play something other than Immigrant Song! It’s a classic you ignorant potato“Ignorant Potato!” Dean exclaimed, once he saw the new name. He couldn't help but laugh loudly at that one, clutching his stomach and curling in on himself on the couch struggling to breathe. Wooooh! That’s, man this guy is something special… Ha, potato!” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
He had to admit, his neighbor was one weird dude. Well, he decided, he might be an ignorant potato, but he was going to be an ignorant potato that watched his favorite movie with the volume on full blast.
Take that” Dean said to himself as he fell asleep to the sounds of gunfire and explosions.- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- The next day Dean woke up to a loud knock on his door. I’m coming, I’m coming” Dean grumbled, trudging along in his sweatpants and white undershirt. He opened the door and was immediately attacked by an energetic blonde with a killer bear hug. "Jo! What are you doing here?” He asked, once he managed to extricate himself from her tight grip. The petite blonde shoved past him, followed by Jess and his brother.
Game day!” she yelled over her shoulder. Jess held up a box, and gave him a sheepish smile, “just got a Wii, figured we could break it in over here.” she told him. He grinned back at her, “Of course, just hope you're all ready to get your butt’s kicked”Okay so he didn't do too well at Wii bowling, but he kicked ass at Just Dance once he got comfortable enough to just act goofy and go with it. It helped that Jess made Sam do the ridiculous dances with her.“Dean! Hey!” Jo said, snapping her fingers in his face, “Get off the damn laptop, we’re dancing this one together.”“Aww come on I’m still winded from that last one!” He cried.
She just rolled her eyes and grabbed Jess to dance along with her, a Rihanna song. Glad he passed that one up.