Humor me. This IS a humor blog, right?
Sometimes I think that I am the only person alive who has a problem forgetting which log-ins are for which websites. Yes, I know there are apps for that, but my luck is not something to give opportunities like that to use against me . Humor me- it's from a lifetime of experience.
Let's just say I probably won't ever win the lotto, or even bingo.
The last time I used one of those 'password safe' apps, I ended up needing to re-install Windows a few days later. This was after, of course, I took the app designer's evil idea to change all my passwords to long strings of random numbers.
Right after my computer so thoughtfully corrupted the file with my passwords in it. The app developer's logic was, I didn't have to remember my passwords anymore, why make them simple to crack? I still hate him, to this day. Recovering every account you care about online is not a good way to reduce stress in your life, believe me.
OK, maybe it's funny in retrospect, and gives me a topic here, but still. I hate that random stranger.
But now, it's like my passwords are starting to outnumber my brain cells. It doesn't take a very large number to do that, I know. But when I try to remember which one to use when I HAVE to get into a page RIGHT NOW, they start to run together. Kind of like they are merging into a giant mass of captchas, email verification's and swearing.
This has even begun to affect my sleep. I swear, I had a dream one night where I stumbled into Facebook, tumblerrd down a hill, and then had to digg myself out, so that a del.icioo.us pinterest would stop flikring. Nightmare, yes. But it could have been much worse. I could have been awake and using Myspace. Nothing humorous about that, 'shudder'.
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It's kind of funny, but once in a while, when I hear the word blog, I still think it sounds Swedish. Or I get the log song from Ren and Stimpy stuck in my head.
So, who wants to mine bit coins? I read somewhere that you need to use the right equipment. So I got me a shovel, a pick, a canary, and a bottle of vodka. Let's do this!
You ever see someone walking their dog, and they looked so weird, they made you think "He probably abuses that poor animal, just by being its owner?" You know, the kind of guy that is so creepy that even his dog seems to be trying to keep a safe distance? That's the first thing I saw when I looked out my window shortly after waking up this morning. No wonder I'm sanity impaired.
I saw a blog today, and it had the name "Accounting Humor". Huh, I guess it's true what they say, you learn something new every day. In this case, I learned that there IS such a thing as accounting humor.
Go ahead and tell me what you think of the new site, on the comments page.