I think that while "off the grid" mat literally mean "not on municipal power lines", it has generalized quite far, and can now be taken to mean "not signed up on anything that makes one findable." Which includes power grids, but also rental leases, driver's licenses, legal pay, bank records -- but you know, not necessarily the internet.

If your neighbors are not careful about their wireless, it's entirely possible to surf the internet without being on the grid. Weird.

(Of course, how you afforded a computer with a wireless modem, if you only ever get paid in cash, is another question, but let's posit it as so.)

It's kinda like that for me. I had a devil of a time proving to anyone (delivery people, bank officials, license branch) that I lived in the state. Because the property I live on belongs to the church and we pay all our utility bills through them. The physical mail comes to an aggregate mailbox (we do all our normal business through the PO), so most official type organizations, including the phone company initially, refuse to believe that my house exists or that I could possibly be living in it.

It was very tempting to just disappear as an entity. But it makes for tedium in conducting normal business.

You have to have an SSN to do anything tax-related

Or an ITIN, which the IRS will gladly give you, cause you know, anyone who wants to pay taxes ought to be allowed.

I think "fall between the cracks" is an American expression and "fall between the chairs" a Britishism. I certainly know non-Israelis who say it that way. I also like it, because it makes me think of cutthroat games of musical chairs.

it makes me think of cutthroat games of musical chairs.

Ooh! With pirates?

She's still being extremely pretty.

Broken nose might solve that problem. ijs.

I wish you as much peace as is possible. In fact, a little bit more.

Thanks, babe.

Until they make DVDs and Internet access available off the grid, I'm so not interested.

For the former, the Kmart parking lot, that sketchy looking explorer. For the latter, steal other people's wireless! So easy!

The Government always had a hard time with my uncle's location. See, it's in Minnesota. But until very recently, the mailing address was a three building town in South Dakota because that was the nearest postal distribution point. So you could address something to Uncle Lastname, Ward, SD and it would get to him. Heck, we used to address stuff to Uncle Charlie and Aunt Red and it would get to them.

Now they have an honest to goodness street address, house number, street name, everything. And it isn't even a Farm Road address.

The really funny part is, no one can remember it, because no one local uses the newfangled address system to give directions.

It's her eyes that are the extremely pretty part. They're very bright. She has great lashes, and lovely brows. Gah. Made me stare again.

It's very depressing to realise I'll need to be in thist training all week, because it means that it's going that slowly. I only need three days of material. Tops. It's just going to take him five days to do it.

She has great lashes, and lovely brows. Gah. Made me stare again.

Hmmm, that's a problem. If you split her brow, the scar might just make her look cooler.