I'm trying not to think too hard about what I was breathing for that 45 minutes.
'Safe'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
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.
I parsed this to mean that Brenda has two dads.
And errant apostrophes!
Mine are all lines from Corb Lund songs, or comic book references, or names of dogs, or are things that are pinned to the cork board behind my desk, or are things my favorite toddler has said.
Now you know everything.
More than a way of generating new passwords, I need a system of remembering the ones I'm using. You can't carry a sheaf of post-it notes everywhere!
Lately, my passwords have been self-affirmations, to remind myself things like I deserve to be happy every time I unlock my computer.
I'm offended you think I would punctuate like that.