Yes! To have ready a very lame explanation if we ever have to share our passwords.
River: You gave up everything you had. Simon: [Chinese] Everything I have is right here.
'Safe'
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Topic!Cindy - May 13, 2005 9:24:27 am PDT #3912 of 10001
What is even happening?
erikaj - May 13, 2005 9:26:37 am PDT #3913 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
A buffista could guess my passwords easily, but anyone else would struggle and that's all I'm gonna say.
askye - May 13, 2005 9:30:20 am PDT #3914 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
Actually I did realize it when Ben4RayK was my password, but other times I've had things like squeel1l
Steph L. - May 13, 2005 9:32:02 am PDT #3915 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Teppy8myprincipal
Ahahahaha!!!! I *did*!!!!
DebetEsse - May 13, 2005 9:34:07 am PDT #3916 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
I think I only have one password that's even remotely guessable (knowing me or not). I really should go through everything and change my passwords, though. I've been using the same ones for far too long.
Lee - May 13, 2005 9:39:26 am PDT #3917 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I have one password that I tend to use for everything, and I am pretty sure at least a couple of the Buffistas know it.
ION, work just ground to a halt, which is weird.
DebetEsse - May 13, 2005 9:41:03 am PDT #3918 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Perkins, when did you move into my Universe. I don't think I've done more than 30 minutes of work today. Because there isn't. anything. to. do. Stupid having to wait for other people
Calli - May 13, 2005 9:44:26 am PDT #3919 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I may be sharing a Universe with Perkins and DebetEsse. At 10 am I sent an email to a headhoncho asking if I could start work on the Important Time Sensative Project he's supposed to pass to me.
It's now 2:44 pm in Calli-land and what's that I hear? Crickets? Yep.
Topic!Cindy - May 13, 2005 9:44:36 am PDT #3920 of 10001
What is even happening?
I need to get my ass in gear. Ben and Julia will be home shortly. Julia has a T-Ball game (there was never, and I am glad my daughter has both more athletic ability and opportunities than I did, but there was never, ever a more drawn out sport than T-Ball for kindergarten aged children) tonight. Ben has a baseball game first thing tomorrow morning. Julia has Daisy Scouts (pre-Brownies in the Girl Scout Pantheon) halfway through Ben's game. Later, Julia's invited to a birthday party which is at the same time as her T-ball game tomorrow. The birthday party is winning. Then we're having a High Tea at our church, tomorrow afternoon. I was going to bake for it, although I didn't sign up to do so--this was going to be stealth baking.
I have to make supper early, tonight. Scott is in bed, because he worked from 4:30 yesterday afternoon until I disremember what time this morning, but I picked him up at the Orange Line station at 11:30. I don't know where Julia's T-Ball team T-shirt is, and I have to have it ready for her game. I have a headache, and I know my kids are going to wake up my poor husband, who only went to bed at noon.
t /me
Aims - May 13, 2005 9:45:16 am PDT #3921 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I have a shitload to do since I'm only here 2 days next week. And yet...here I am. And 15 minutes til lunch.