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SSID As the New Community Bulletin Board and Yard Sign
Hugh Pickens writes "Megan Garber writes that wireless routers have become the lawn signs of the digital age, particularly in large apartment buildings, where almost every unit has a unique Wi-Fi network that will be detected in turn by all the other unique Wi-Fi networks. SSIDs can be a cheeky, geeky way to broadcast messages to your immediate neighbors. Most of us keep it simple with '275_Elm_Street,' 'Apt23,' or 'my_network,' but some get more creative with names like: 'Apt112IHaveYourMail,' 'PrettyFlyForAWiFi,' or 'WeCanHearYouHavingSex' — a great way to freak out your annoying neighbors without hiding in their bushes or peeping in their windows late at night. Now the team at OpenSignalMaps, which maintains a database of geolocated Wi-Fi access points, analyzed the data they've collected about wireless routers to see whether Wi-Fi names are 'being used to fly political colors' and have found, globally, 1,140 results for 'Obama' and an additional six for 'Romney' — an indication not necessarily of Romney's popularity relative to the president's, but of the attention that four years as president can confer. 'There's something uniquely contemporary and incredibly old-school about that kind of broadcasting: It's messaging meant only for your immediate neighbors,' writes Garber. 'The politicized network names are like lawn signs for people who don't have lawns.'"
Nearly four months ago, I noticed that my internet connection was very sluggish. Eventually getting fed up with it, I began to seek out software that would speed up the gigabits in my router. After an hour of searching, I found what at first appeared to be a very promising piece of software. Not only did it claim it would speed up my internet connection, but that it would overclock my power supply, speed up my gigabits, and remove any viruses from my computer! "This is a fantastic opportunity that I simply can't pass up," I thought. I immediately downloaded the software and began the installation, all the while laughing like a small child. I was highly anticipating a future where the speed of my internet connection would leave everyone else's in the dust.
I was horribly, horribly naive. Immediately upon the completion of the software's installation, various messages popped up on my screen about how I needed to buy software to remove a virus that I wasn't aware I had from a software company I'd never once heard of. The strange software also blocked me from doing anything except buying the software it was advertising. Being that I was a computer whiz (I had taken a computer essentials class in high school that taught me how to use Microsoft Office, and was quite adept at accessing my Facebook account), I was immediately able to conclude that the software I'd downloaded was, in fact, a virus, and that it was slowing down my gigabits at an exponential rate. "I can't let this insanity proceed any further," I thought.
As I was often called a computer genius, I was confident at the time that I could get rid of the virus with my own two hands. I tried numerous things: restarting the computer, pressing random keys on the keyboard, throwing the mouse across the room, and even flipping an orange switch on the back of the tower and turning the computer back on. My efforts were all in vain; the virus persisted, and my gigabits were running slower than ever! "This cannot be! What is this!? I've never once seen such a vicious virus in my entire life!" I was dumbfounded that I, a computer genius, was unable to remove the virus using the methods I described. Upon coming to terms with my failure, I decided to take my computer to a PC repair shop for repair.
I drove to a nearby computer repair shop and entered the building with my computer in hand. The inside of the building was quite large, neat, and organized, and the employees all seemed very kind and knowledgeable. They laughed upon hearing my embarrassing story, and told me that they saw this kind of thing on a daily basis. They then accepted the job, and told me that in the worst case, it'd be fixed in three days from now. I left with a smile, and felt confident in my decision to leave the computer repairs to the experts.
A week later, they still hadn't called back. Visibly angry, I tried calling them countless times, but not a single time did they answer the phone. Their negligence and irresponsibility infuriated me, and sent me into a state of insanity that caused me to punch a gigantic hole in the wall. Being that I would require my computer for work soon, I decided to head over to the computer repair shop to find out exactly what the problem was.
Upon entering the building, I was shocked by the state of its interior; it looked as if a tornado had tore through the entire building! Countless broken computers were scattered all about the floor, desks were flipped over, the walls had holes in them, there was a puddle of blood on the floor, and worst of all, I saw that my computer was sitting in the middle of the room laying on its side! Absolutely unforgivable! I soon noticed one of the employees sitting behind one of the tipped over desks (the one that had previously had the cash register on top of it); he was shaking uncontrollably and sobbing. Despite being furious about my computer being tipped over, seeing him in that state still managed to make me less unforgiving. I decided to ask him what happened.
A few moments passed where the entire r
About eight months ago, I was searching around the internet to find out why my computer was running so slowly (it normally ran quite fast, but had gradually gotten slower over time). After a few minutes, I found a piece of software claiming that it could speed up my PC and make it run like new again. Being that I was dangerously ignorant about technology in general (even more so than I am now), I downloaded the software and began the installation. Mere moments after doing so, my desktop background image was changed and warnings that appeared to originate from Windows appeared all over the screen telling me to buy strange software from an unknown company in order to remove a virus it claimed I had.
I may have been ignorant about technology, but I wasn't that naive. I immediately concluded that the software I'd downloaded was, in fact, a virus. In my rage, I broke numerous objects, punched a hole in the wall, and cursed the world at the top of my lungs. I eventually calmed down, cleared my head, and realized that the only remedy for this problem was a carefully thought out plan. After a few moments of pondering about how to handle this situation, I decided that since I barely knew how to properly handle a computer, I should turn it over to the professionals and let them fix the issue.
Soon after making the decision, I drove to a local computer repair shop and entered the building with my computer in hand. They greeted me with a smile and stayed attentive the entire time that I was explaining the problem to them. They laughed as if they'd heard it all before, told me that I'm not the only one who has trouble operating computers, and then gave me a date for when the computer would be fixed. Not only had they told me that the computer would be completely repaired in at most two days, but the price for their services was surprisingly low, and to top it all off, they even gave me advice for how to avoid viruses in the future! I left the building feeling confident in my decision to seek professional help and satisfied knowing that such kind-hearted people were the ones doing the job.
The very next day, I received a phone call from the computer repair shop whilst I was at a local library researching computer viruses. I had stumbled upon a piece of software that appeared to be very promising, and I was about to do more research on it, but seeing as how I required my computer as soon as possible, I decided to put the matter on hold. Upon answering the phone and cheerfully greeting the person on the other end, I was greeted with a high-pitched shriek. Startled, I asked what was wrong. A few moments passed where nothing was said, and suddenly, the person on the other end said to me, in a low voice oozing with paranoia, "Come pick up your computer." They hung up immediately after saying that, and I couldn't help but notice that they sounded as if they were on the verge of tears. I briefly wondered if it was due to stress from work, and then drove to the computer repair shop to acquire my computer.
I was positively dismayed upon entering the building. The inside of the computer repair shop looked nothing like the image from my memories. There were broken computer parts scattered throughout the room, ceiling tiles all over the floor, blood splattered in every direction I looked, and even a human toe on the ground. After processing this disturbing information, I began panicking and frantically looking around for my computer. I spotted an employee covered in blood sitting up against the wall, and noticed that his wrists had been slashed open. Thinking quickly, I ran up to him, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, shook him around, and began screaming, "Where is it!? Where is my computer!?" After a moment of silence, he passed away, completely shattering my expectations. Such a thing! "What a meaningless individual," I thought.
Enraged, I tore the building up even further than it already had been in my desperate search for my computer. Eventually I discovered a door leading to an area that was normally o
Yes, you can blurt out telephone numbers to get out of my Internets or even an advertisement for a limited audience.
SSID fields are just a rather new entity in this arena.
Have fun with them while Wifi AP points still have meaning technologically.
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Around a year ago, I was mindlessly surfing the internet (as I often do) when I came across an enigmatic web page. The page, which looked like a warning from my web browser, informed me that I had a virus installed on my computer and that to fix it, I should install a strange anti-virus program that I'd never heard of (which I found peculiar considering the fact that I already had anti-virus software installed on my computer). Despite having reservations about installing it, I did so anyway (since it appeared to be a legitimate warning).
I cannot even fathom what I was thinking at that time. Soon after attempting to install the so-called anti-virus software, my desktop background image changed into a large red warning sign, warnings about malware began making appearances all over the screen, and a strange program I'd never seen before began nagging me to buy a program to remove the viruses. What should have been obvious previously then became clear to me: that software was a virus. Frustrated by my own stupidity, I began tossing objects around the room and cursing at no one in particular.
After I calmed down, I reluctantly took my computer to a local PC repair shop and steeled myself for the incoming fee. When I entered, I noticed that there were four men working there, and all of them seemed incredibly nice (the shop itself was clean and stylish, too). After I described the situation to them, they gave me a big smile (as if they'd seen and heard it all before), accepted the job, and told me that the computer would be working like new again in a few days. At the time, I was confident that their words held a great degree of truth to them.
The very next day, while I was using a local library's computer and browsing the internet, I came across a website dedicated to a certain piece of software. It claimed that it could fix up my PC and make it run like new again. I knew, right then, merely from viewing a single page on the website, that it was telling the truth. I cursed myself for not discovering this excellent piece of software before I had taken my PC to the PC repair shop. "It would've saved me money. Oh, well. I'm sure they'll get the job done just fine. I can always use this software in the future to conserve money." Those were my honest thoughts at the time.
Two days later, my phone rang after I returned home from work. I immediately was able to identify the number: it was the PC repair shop's phone number. Once I answered, something strange occurred; the one on the other end of the line spoke, in a small, tormented voice, "Return. Return. Return. Return. Return." No matter what I said to him, he would not stop repeating that one word. Unsettled by this odd occurrence, I traveled to the PC repair shop to find out exactly what happened.
Upon arriving inside the building, I looked upon the shop, which was a shadow of its former self, in shock. There were countless wires all over the floor, smashed computer parts scattered in every direction I looked, fallen shelves on the ground, desks flipped over on the ground, and, to make matters even worse, there was blood splattered all over the wall. Being the reasonable, upstanding, college-educated citizen that I was, I immediately concluded that the current state of the shop was due to none other than an employee's stress from work. I looked around a bit more, spotted three bodies sitting against the wall, and in the middle of the room, I spotted my computer. "Ah. There it is." Directly next to it was the shop's owner, sitting on the ground in the fetal position.
When I questioned him, he kept repeating a single thing again and again: "Cannot be stopped! Cannot be stopped! Cannot be stopped!" I could not get him to tell me what was wrong, but after a bit of pondering, I quickly figured out precisely what happened: they were unable to fix my computer like they had promised. Disgusted by their failure, I turned to the shop's owner (who I now noticed had a gun to his head), and spat in his general direction. I then turned my back to him as
If you catch my drift
SSID As the New Community Bulletin Board and Yard Sign
How about WeLuvURob?
Shai Schticks:"You don't make peace with friends, you make peace with enemies"
quite likely has more than Obama and Mittens combined as using ssid was heavily promoted by supporters as a technique to raise name awareness.
I saw "GetYourOwnDamnWifi" the other day. Ok guy, I get the point.
If the bulk of them are IPv4, they are going to consume a lot of the residual IPv4 addresses out there. Please tell me that the bulk of these access points and routers support IPv6, so that we won't have a whole lot of needless landfill from products that could be perfectly useful as networks embrace IPv6 in greater number
Is that the same Obama that is overseeing the PIPA/SOPA/CIPA/ACTA and $2 billion Utah Spying mega project? How quaint that people would use the very medium he and other politicians (bipartisan cabal) are trying to thwart to show their support...
I suppose the downside of not broadcasting your router's SSID is that you don't get a chance to share your amusing name for it with your neighbours... and any nearby Google Street View vehicles.
When I first got a laptop with wifi I loaded Kismet and took the laptop with me on some errands. My favorite: HoneyPot_comeGetSnarf.
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"You are not remembered for doing what is expected of you." - Atul Chitnis
Mine says "KGB Surveillance".
I would like to see an analysis of the names compared to the frequency of unauthorized access attempts. What names are likely to generate indifference?
When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard on that won't quit.
Sixty years ago, I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white under the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did not chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me. "Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game."
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men. . ."
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about. . ."
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of 1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as brown as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his hightop work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!"Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then stuck it out far enough that the tip could touch the tip of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never. . ."
"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."
"No way."
"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."
"Why would I do that?"
"Curiosity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."
"I'm no queer."
"Now don't be getting judgmental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't being queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a hand inside the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."
I swallowed, hard.
Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"
***
We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."
I followed I Ike to the end of the greenhouse where he stopped at the outside wall of the potting shed. He opened his fly, fished inside, and finger-hooked a soft white penis with a pouting foreskin puckered half an inch past the hidden head.
"Yes sir," breathed Ike, "this
There's a road going near the building, and across the street, there's a bus stop
One of the neighbours has wlan called IsItColdAtTheBusStop?
There are no atheists when recovering from tape backup.
of Walnut Cr8ek,
There's always going to be American/United States bias in the world outside CONUS, so why even include them as part of your study? The world doesn't re-elect our president, United States citizens do. In places where I live where electoral votes count the majority, it gets comfortable to feel as though you vote doesn't count anyway.
Hate to be pessimistic, but this is pretty meaningless. Out of the millions of SSIDs in the US alone, TFA writer could only confer with 400 of them for a sample and make some half ass meaningful attempt at analysis? That's hardly anything worth blogging about. This is no more useful than it would be me using my neighbor's regular smoke breaks outside as a counter for how many people like fresh air during the sunlight hours of the day. Stupid.
Make it an open network but don't connect it to anything. Some people will spend hours trying to connect.
Works better when it is in range of busy public spaces.
Also works equally as well with "Free Porn".
... but I'm not giving up "FBI Surveillance Van".
Boobies is the more visible one (2.4 Ghz b/g/n), and everyone who comes over with a smartphone or laptop finds it amusing, the ladies moreso than the guys. I have a second vlan on it for when friends bring their children over with ipods, kindles and such; it doesn't seem right to tell a 10 year old to just grab boobies!!
When you're dead, you don't know you're dead. It only affects the people around you. Same thing when you're stupid.
'WeCanHearYouHavingSex' — a great way to freak out your annoying neighbors without hiding in their bushes or peeping in their windows late at night.
I was looking for a better way to freak out my neighbours than hiding in their bushes or peeping in their windows late at night.
Thanks slashdot!
I've never run across "obamanation" in a pro-obama context.
Just another superficial pseudo-tweet by a politically ignorant populace. On CNN's story blogs an article about hairs on a zebra's ass will very soon collect a post or two about it being Obama's fault that there's 100 instead of 101. Romney is a business genius, apparently because he got hired into his father's corporation and an economic cohort where money makes money without intervention. But ask any of these intellectual inbreds for a real measured, thoughtful opinion on politics and they'll come up empty-handed. They're dunces, and their ssid is just another way to spew their particular tripe.
Welcome to McNation folks.
btw, the Pols like that; it makes us easier to control.
How many times do you look at your wifi SSID list? Its been at least over a year for me cause whenever I need to connect I tell the machine to go direct to mine, which is not broadcast, and automatically connect.
I think the average person is about the same, they want their shit connected, and wont ever look at it again until something messes up. So "SSID As the New Community Bulletin Board and Yard Sign" is an interesting thought, and may be happening in some few areas, but its a big leap since chances are no one will ever read them.
I know it's fooled at least one person.
I set my phone up to broadcast "IRSAuditor28401938" and took a stroll around the wealthy area of town. Almost as fun as yelling "migras!" at a construction site.
Has anyone managed to send data using this technique? I realize that the data payload would be very small, but considering how fast you can switch SSIDs I imagine this should be possible. The main advantage is that you wouldn't need to actually assign an IP address to your computer in order to receive data - which should reduce the potential for malicious access. I did a quick google search and didn't find anything under "send data using ssid". Anyone seen something like this? What is the theoretical / practical data throughput? Could multiple routers be used in parallel to increase throughput? (like in the old days of bonding ISDN channels together)
They broadcast their idiocy with such gems as "WHITEPOWER" and "KILLNIGGERS". So technology is making it easier to identify the assholes in society. For a while, I powered up a spare AP connected to nothing, and broadcast "OURNEIGHBORSAREIDIOTS".
I am surprised to see that much ruckus about this "OpenSignalMaps" when Wigle http://wigle.net/ already existed for a while, and has more than 61 million networks recorded around the world. I do know they don't have the fancy Web2.0 website, but they have been doing this before that even got popular...
I've got a built-in wifi AP on a cable router, that we're not using.
I gave it a ssid of "FBI Tactical unit 7"
I change the unit number occasionally, just for kicks.
"Disable Wireless" and "Police Department" are two of my favorites. "404 not found" is another fun SSID.
Loudmouth liberals are loud.
To expand on that slightly, in any online space you can find liberals preaching liberalism. I'm talking about, log in to your favorite MMO, go the auction house, and in chat there will be a liberal talking to no one in particular, about gay marriage or animal rights or the welfare system or whatever. Loudmouth liberals (is it easier to say hipsters?) seem to have a need to broadcast their politics during every moment of their personal lives, as though the politics define the person. Characters like Britta from Community are all too common in the real world, even as a stereotype.
I'm not even saying their political stance is wrong, but even assuming they are right, there's a difference between being right and being unquestionably sure that you're right. On matters of opinion. Don't be THAT guy.
9HalfImp is the funniest one I've ever seen errr, the funniest SSID I've seen.
Unless you are *looking* for AP's, once you are setup you never will see that your neighbor is being a jerk. your machine just auto-connects to yours, and you are off and running.
---- Booth was a patriot ----
Check it out in Cory Doctorow's Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town .
Sure, it's only fiction. But my home wireless, which I invite you to use whenever you're within range, is called ParasiteNet.
Mike O'Donnell http://people.cs.uchicago.edu/~odonnell/
Have gnu, will travel.
How come all screen shots are iOS or OSX? I don't think I've seen anything else...
MY NEIGHBORS SUCK!
Now I want to get a $15 Belkin and just use it as a yard sign. It wouldn't be connected to the internet at all.
Out of the millions of SSIDs in the US alone, TFA writer could only confer with 400 of them for a sample
400 is what you can find in an afternoon of war driving in suburbia, or an hour walking around apartment complexes with a wardriving app on your smartphone.
But realistically, with WIFI being such a short range medium getting a significantly larger sample with a non-google scale budget is pretty problematic. You can't detect them very far away, and the more crowded the wifi space the smaller the detection distance due to unfavorable signal to noise ratio.
To the rescue: http://wigle.net/ a collection of 57 million crowd-sourced, geocoded access points gleaned via various means, but most of them with a smart phone application like Wigle Wifi Wardriving available free for android. Simply turn that on, put on your headphones and go for a walk and when you get back you will have very accurate maps of dozens of routers. Log into Wigle.com, upload, and contribute to the map which can also be searched and zoomed. (Their server is prone to slashdotting).
They could have worked a deal with Wigle.net to mine their SSID names, sorted in order by the first 6 letters, and discarded the first 98% and come up with a far more interesting collection.
Sig Battery depleted. Reverting to safe mode.
For my home WiFi I have "Venture Labs", and for my mobile 4G hotspot I have "Central Dogma".
By the taping of my glasses, something geeky this way passes
My favorite SSID is "Limited Connectivity".
I'm sorry, but there aren't any prerequisites for blogging. I'm not sure where you got the expectation that things are "worth blogging about" but I've seen some pretty nonsensical drivel on blogs many times.
Nobody using FBI_SURVEILLANCE_VAN around here? :-)
One of my favorite ones, is a house about 8 doors down, which has a WPA secured network and a WEP one called "FBISecureInvest" or some such. Which I find funny, because while Im 100% sure its not the FBI, I'm still not going to mess with it.
Out of the millions of SSIDs in the US alone, TFA writer could only confer with 400 of them for a sample and make some half ass meaningful attempt at analysis? That's hardly anything worth blogging about.
Actually, the study was based on a database of 75 million geolocated access points, as compiled by OpenSignalMaps. You might like to read the original study report to get a better idea of what's going on here.
The actual disappointing thing is that, out of 75 million access points, they only found about 1,200 hits for "obama" -- which doesn't seem to have any real statistical significance at all. Furthermore, there were only 6 hits for "romney" -- probably because a lot of these access points were polled over the last several years, and that name had little relevance until fairly recently.
Other than that, these people noticed access points with funny names (as many people on this thread have noted) and decided to try to do some research. Nothing to get worked up about.
Breakfast served all day!
Wasn't aware that bumfuck Indiana was a hotbed of Belizean tourists. Belikin tastes ok, which is fortunate since it's pretty much the choice where you're there.
Wigle allows you to view from the national level, impressive to see how the world is covered. Wigle is a simple and informative app. Also the google maps integration with wigle seems to be better than the opensignal page. I keep it running while driving, it's interesting to see just nodes you've discovered on the map.
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I am a fan of using "NeverNeverLAN"
Are YOU using the TOOL, or is the TOOL using YOU? Think about it!
The real problem with this survey is that they limited it to America.
Obama is nothing and Romney is huge in Amercia.
http://gawker.com/5914880/chinese-owner-of-amerciacom-says-romney-typo-is-helping-him-fund-his-sons-college-education
I don't think many people named their networks just Obama (or just Romney for that matter). It'd be interesting to know how many and where are named "Go Obama!" or "Reelect Obama" or something like that vs something like "Fuck Obama". Romney hasn't done enough nationally yet to get that many people to hate him or be enthusiastic about him.
I don't reply to ACs
My ex lives (still, I presume) in Apt. 404, so I set the SSID to FileNotFound.
Apparently the firmware didn't like that too much, as it would give you a File Not Found error when trying to load the configuration screen.
A lot of very interesting ideas, and funny puns.
But before you get "clever" and start sending "messages" to your neighbor.
I had a neighbor that was harrassing my wife. I had the police out dozens of times to deal with this harrassment, which was very offensive.
After the police threatened him with a summons if he didn't stop it, he decided to be very clever and wise and make some off-color remarks on his SSID.
I went back to the police and before you know it, both families and the police were before a magistrate. The magistrate asked us a few questions and then excused us, and asked the other gentleman to stay behind.
He has never bothered us since.
You should never write down something you might regret later. You should keep it clean, keep it kind. Better yet, unless you're setting up some kind anonymous public hotspot, you should not broadcast the SSID.
"Never write when you can speak. Never speak when you can nod. Never nod when you can wink. Never wink when you can stay silent."
I like redirecting all web traffic on my open SSID to this site http://youareanidiot.org
(I'm using DNS Redirector and IIS on Sever 2008 to do it)
For some years I used "PubicBroadcast" as id for the guest connection, partially to see if any neighbors would catch the typo, partially to annoy the extreme prude living across the street. The WPA2 key of course was "IReallyShouldPayForMyOwnWiFi"
I've got 2 SSID's called "Touch This And Die" and as honeypot "shenanigans unda intuentis" ;)
--- I am known for the ones who want to find me on the net. Is that a privacy risk or a privilege? One might wonder..
I had my SSID randomly named since it was wide open and broadcasting, but noticed one particular machine always connected. I finally changed my SSID to GetoffmyFuckinWIFIConnection which seems to have worked. No more unknown machines connecting to my wifi now.
For my conspiracy theorist neighbor, I have "deasurveillance" and "fbisurveillance."