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Extra! Extra! Don’t read all about it!

I like to take photos of empty and/or abandoned places. I wonder who was there before me or why someone isn’t there now. What life did the place have prior to my arrival and why does it not have the same life now?

When I stumbled across the relics I’m focusing on for Thursday Doors this week, which caught my eye because they, too, have been abandoned, I knew what life these doors had before me, and I know why they don’t have a life now. It made me a bit sad, even though I’m a fan of progress as well, that these blasts from the past have been tossed aside in favor of 21st century “improvements” (not necessarily a good thing).

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Posted in Randomy Goodness

The password is… MORON

I’m surprised I allowed myself to be confused for so long. After other things that have happened here, it should have been crystal clear to me what the answer was. Not only that, at this point I think I should quit my day job and enter the military as a code breaker. I have an untapped skill set I could use for good and it would save me from dealing with this moronitude any longer.

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Clearing cookies

Clear cookies. Computer suggested and it seemed like a good idea. Computer will run faster with my download folder and temporary files and cookies removed. Click the box to clear cookies. Delete browsing data.

Then I go to a site I visit often, several times a day. The welcome screen looks different and the username box is empty.

Eyeroll capable of being seen from space.

Why did I do that? The clear cookies box sat unchecked, looking harmless and empty, for months. I should have left it that way but nooooooooo. Check, click, followed quickly by face palm.

How could I forget which username I need for a site I use frequently? Well, that’s easy. A gazillion sites and varying passwords for each = I can’t remember. Plus, for the longest time, I left the clear cookies button unchecked… no need to tax the brain remembering log in information, except when I have to because I’m an idiot. I have a book in which many usernames/passwords are written down, but not all. Not yet. (Quick check: do I remember my own phone number? … … … yep. Oh, good.)

Oh, my life and brain! How you both like to make sure I’m never bored.

Note to self: clear cookies is only good advice when the chocolate chips enrobed in sugary goodness sit on a plate, waiting, calling your name.



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Random Thoughts Thursday: Mermaids, Motivation, and Maladies

They’re Random! They’re Thoughts! It’s Thursday!

This week: Mermaids, Motivation, and Maladies

* I bought an iced tea at Starbucks and thought someone had sprayed whipped cream nearby and it splattered on my cup.

* It’s snow around the mermaid thingy… discovered after I tried to wipe it off.

* I saw some cold cups online that have snowflakes. If mine did, I wouldn’t have tried to wipe them off.

* It looks a little like foam that stuck to the glass above as I drank my delicious tea down to the very last drop. See?

Starbucks Iced Tea Cup

* Why don’t they just put a Santa hat on the mermaid?

* (Ignoring ridiculous red cup controversy.)

* If you ever need motivation to work out or at the very least catch up on your eyebrow plucking, accidentally turn on your laptop camera. I’ve seen myself in funhouse mirrors that didn’t make me look that bad.

* Does this laptop make me look fat?

* Can someone follow me around with just the exact amount and color of light, by the way? That would help immensely.

* Yellow-ish light bulbs suck. See Starbucks cup photo taken in my office space: that’s not the tea giving off a yellow glow.

* In the laptop cam, I looked like I have jaundice.

* Hey! Can I take a sick day?

* Wait, I work for myself. Well, at least my boss will let me off easy.

To the weekend!

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The password is… annoying

I had no choice. I entered the password to this very site incorrectly once, twice, and then the magic third time. The site then demanded I reset (my own fault for making three the magic number).

So I did. Then I got the bright idea to reset passwords for other sites of mine, since it had been a while. That took some time, but I remained undaunted.

Then I started thinking about other sites where I had to use a password and suffered the same fate as where this all began — not knowing which of the million passwords in my head was the right one. So I decided to change those, too. When I got tired of doing so (and I’m nowhere near done), it was dark outside. An entire afternoon and evening had dissipated.

I can’t believe how many sites I’m on that require passwords. And why, for the love of all things good, can they not have the same criteria? Some want caps mixed with lower case; others want numbers. Some ask for special characters. By the hundred-thousandth site where I was making a password change, I started looking for a specific special character (but it seems that this keyboard, at least, doesn’t come with the middle finger icon).

I broke the rules, though. I wrote down every password that I changed. You’re not supposed to. I know! That’s what “they” say (I hate those people). But you know what, I simply can’t keep track of the zillion sites and their silly password requirements.

Oh, I’ll hide the list. That’ll be good enough, right?

I just hope I never forget where I hid it.

I long for the days when the only Password I needed to know was for this game. This is Jimmy Fallon’s version of the popular game show from the 1960s through 80s, and he’s quite competitive!