A buffista could guess my passwords easily, but anyone else would struggle and that's all I'm gonna say.
Every planet has its own weird customs. About a year before we met, I spent six weeks on a moon where the principal form of recreation was juggling geese. My hand to God. Baby geese. Goslings. They were juggled.
Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
erikaj - May 13, 2005 9:26:37 am PDT #3913 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
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
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
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.
Lee - May 13, 2005 9:45:31 am PDT #3922 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I have the same problem, Debet. I know I have about an hour of work I will need to do later, but I have to wait for other people first. I will also get other work, and probably more than I want, but right now, NSM.