I think if I ever get married I’m going to end up taking at least half of my vows from the song “We’re in This Together Now.” Something like:
You and me,
We’re in this together now,
None of them can stop us now,
If the world world should break in two,
Until the very end of me,
Until the very end of you.
*puts ring on finger*
…since everyone is still talking about MJ, I figured I might as well post one of my favorite videos of his. It just happens to also be pretty much the very end of his ‘not crazy’ period, and even included his sister back when she also wasn’t crazy!
Those were the days. Who knew when this came out that it was over?
RIP, still, MJ. I always thought you were completely batshit but not a pedophile.
(11:05:31 PM) Graeme Hefner: 1365 seeds, 825 leechers
(11:05:38 PM) Graeme Hefner: On a just-posted torrent of Thriller.
(11:05:41 PM) Graeme Hefner: 44 minutes old.
(11:05:54 PM) Graeme Hefner: The internet expresses its sadness with piracy.
And, of course, Tweets, Facebook statuses, and 7 pages (at current) of whining in the Lounge.
Internet: We claim “Bear Raptor™” and “Python Butler™”.
We called dibs, sorry.
The eternal debate: 2 Unlimited, or Golden Earring?
These are the questions that haunt my dreams.
I’m not really liking this new sig that’s in testing. I have a few other versions waiting for their turn, but I think I’m just going to go back to the old one for now.
I have some other news, maybe. It is a secret to everybody.
me: OH MY GOD I’M AN IDIOT
Just locked myself out of my house with no cell phone and no keys, in pajama pants.
It’s almost understandable.
But still
Also, one neighbor, prick.
Other neighbors, nicest guys ever.
I think I’m going to shine my porchlight right in prick neighbor’s windows from now on
12:17 AM Laura: lol
how’d you get in?
12:20 AM me: Walked to prick neighbor, whose lights I could see from my back yard, where I was locked out.
Knocked on door, feeling awkward, since it was 11:40, but hey, his lights were on.
12:21 AM “Hi, I know it’s late, but I’m your neighbor from behind your house, and I seem to have locked myself out of my house (walked out on the back porch thinking I’d flipped the latch open but it only went about .75 of the way), can I borrow your phone for about 20 seconds?”
“Yeah, I don’t really know you, so I’m not opening up. Sorry.”
“….”
So, in my pajamas, I walked up the street to the next house I saw with lights on, on the opposite corner of the road from mine. Saw three college-age guys watching a Braves game right by the door. Knocked.
THEY opened up without even asking.
12:22 AM Laura: yeah. people suck.
me: Said “Hi, I’m your moron neighbor from across the street whose locked himself out of his house in his pajamas (direct quote), do you have a phone I could borrow for about twenty seconds?”
“Sure man, come inside!”
Introductions were made.
And so forth.
Laura: and now you have friend neighbors!
bring them jello
me: Fuck that I’m giving them beer money.
12:23 AM Laura: sweet.
Add this to the list of incompetent “secure” web technologies: Verified By Visa, which restricts passwords to 8-15 chars, with NO special characters.
Goodbye Kayla. Food’s on the porch. But you ran like the wind so maybe Polly didn’t lie about you wanting to be outside after all!
When I am setting a password, I expect to be able to use special characters. Nothing crazy, just the ones above the number keys.
It seems that more and more often, websites are restricting the use of these characters. Why?! Because they are too lazy to program their web backends to not go haywire when processing them. More frustrating, they all disallow different sets of characters!
Proudly, you make a password that looks like complete gibberish, but this site says “You’re blowing my mind, man!”, so you change it slightly, substituting a character perhaps. Then you get to another website, and the character you changed is allowed, and the one you changed it to is strictly forbidden.
Oh, and don’t forget the sites that restrict you to only 8 characters. We wouldn’t want to make it difficult for brute force hacking, would we? We wouldn’t want to force you to rewrite the table schema you wrote back in 1996. Too much trouble, I understand.
And don’t even get me started on password recovery questions. Where was I born? Gee, no one else knows that top secret information. My pet’s name? Oh no, I never have visitors or post pictures of her online. My mother’s maiden name? Geneology information is a closely guarded family secret! Give me a break. Let me pick my own obscure and nonsensical question that only I know the answer to: “What platonic form does a minute have?” “An eggcarton.”
Makes total sense to me.
Dear Internet: Stop forcing me to use simple passwords, and stop making it so easy to social engineer the mechanisms to reset them.
