There was a fire in our kitchen via the stove. Not exactly sure how it happened; might have been a short. It was a really old stove after all. So Michael was the only one home, asleep, in his room. He apparently was conked out for he ignored the fire alarm and breathed in smoke for about five minutes. He then had to proceed out his second floor window with the help of the neighbors.
So, structurally only the kitchen has seen the worst of things. However, smoke damage is a mother and absolutely everything had to go. Oh! Except for the den and basement! The computers were safe! Go to the restoration people that is too, not like, had to be thrown away.
I just hope my organ gets some good treatment.
Thus, insurance has us cooped up in a really nice hotel for the last few weeks. It's awesome, its staff is awesome, and they even feed the entire guest list on Wednesdays. Pretty cool. I keep telling myself that this is my vacation for the summer/preparation for dorm life. Though, these mini-apartment suites are probably a little more lavish then even my beloved Mozart Square Rm. 309 that I can't wait to get settled into.
Now! I've beholden an interesting aspect of the hotel's wired network last night. There's no security whatsoever. Like any LAN network, I can see any guests' computers that are connected. And many of these aren't protected by anything and the capability of like walking into their hard drives and seeing whats what is astounding. I hate to admit it, but I was so bewildered by this capability, that I found out loads about one particular guest. Even more than I should ever know, such as his name, occupation, family members, bank account numbers, even his social security number!!! Scary. I could even see his pictures, thus giving me an inside look into his family and such. I really know how violating of a thing I did, but I couldn't stop! I feel ashamed. Sigh.
Alright. Enough for now.
