Casual Sundays with Mr Curry

Password or Pass out

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This entry was posted on 1/29/2009 5:15 PM and is filed under blather.

My brain is ready to start leaking passwords.  Everywhere I turn these days, it's "log in" "join up" "enter password".  I can't stand it!  I have to have a password to get online, to get to log in here, to read the news at our extended family website, to see my bank statement , add to my netflix cue and to comment at any of the websites I like to grace with my two cents, including some that actually want my two cents, like this one, where you can watch "Hold Please" a series of comedy shorts by my soon to be sister in law, Royana Black.

Dang, Roy, you look good on camera.

I haven't been able to comment at Mitch's in over a year because when I try to log in, I'm told my password is incorrect. When I try to retrieve it, I'm told that someone at my email address is already registered.  When I try to reset it, I'm told I can't without the password.  By then, I've either forgotten what I wanted to say or changed my mind.  It's a Gordian knot that's not worth ungordying. 


Most of the time I can use the name I always use, the one I sign all my work with but some sites require more characters, so I have to add stuff and I can't remember from one day minute to the next what the hell I added.  Some sites demand alpha-numeric names and passwords.  I really hate those ones.  And there are all those warnings we're supposed to heed; don't use the same password for everything or you're screwed, don't use significant dates like birthdays or you're screwed, don't use your social security number or you're screwed...it's no wonder identity theft is the fastest growing sport in America.

I know one person who uses her favorite movie characters and someone else who uses the lyrics of his favorite songs.  How do they remember which characters for which sites or which song lyrics?  I don't know.  It's a mystery.  Do they use the same characters?  Wouldn't that be pretty easy to tumble?  And what if you inadvertently hummed the song as you typed in the lyrics and what if someone overheard you and recognized the song and knew the lyrics and just happened to be in need of some cash or wanted to buy a few books on your Alibris account?  what then?  WHAT THEN????

We live in a world where no one actually knows any phone numbers anymore because they're all programmed into our phones but we can't look at our friends' wedding pictures unless we log in with a password.  

It's getting to the point where voting is the last thing we can do without having to prove we're who we say we are.
 

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