Tim has an arcane system for his personal passwords that I *still* don't understand after all this time. (Except for his default password, which is a combination of the first 3 letters of 3 things from his past, like first dog, street he grew up on, high school mascot [NOTE: those are not the actual things], so if his dog was Fido, his street was Main St., and his high school mascot was a lemur [NOTE: also all untrue], the password would be "fidmailem.")
(Feel free to use "fidmailem" as your password.)
There are upsides to your work monitor being about to catch fire.
What doesn't kill you gets you new hardware.
Yikes, Connie! That doesn't seem like the optimal equipment replacement plan. Maybe it's cost-effective, what do I know?
Feel free to use "fidmailem" as your password.
I would, but "spikelust" is so perfect and unbreakable and not at all well known nor has it been around for a long time at all.
I'm trying not to think too hard about what I was breathing for that 45 minutes.
No one's guessing my passwords who isn't very familiar with my genealogy or the small villages of Southwestern Pennsylvania or the character names from fic I wrote four fandoms ago.
My father's are insane. They'll be like the registration number from a boat he used to have. Which is secure but a royal pain with the frequency that he needs ad hoc tech support (mostly by my sister).
My father's are insane.
I parsed this to mean that Brenda has two dads.
What doesn't kill you gets you new hardware.
I've had a power supply blow on computers I was upgrading a time or two. It's just as startling as the red screen of death, in that you don't know what you've done to bring it upon you but you know it's going to be bad.
