Thursday, February 19, 2015
DAMN PASSWORDS, No 26...with EDIT
Have I mentioned how much I hate passwords? Oh, yeah, I have....many times. Anyway, they have once again kicked me in the butt-tock. My collection of multi-colored sticky notes attached to the inside of one of my desk drawers, containing various passwords written in my own secret code, have become a bit too secret. I suppose I no longer trust myself with my own passwords, as I can't decipher any of them.
I found on my desk a survey request from my vet. When I last took the dog there they asked that I fill it out and send it in to HQ. It seems it becomes part of their job evaluation and a kind word would be appreciated.
So I fired up the 'puter and, following instructions, was directed to a website. You guessed it, the first thing it required is that I sign in. Sign in to an account I haven't used in years, with an account password that has long since gone the way of the Dodo bird. Sorry vets. I'd love to help, but my lack of a #%&* password won't let me.
Then I just read one of my favorite blogs, The Chubby Chatterbox, where he asked that readers go to a site that published one of his stories and leave a comment there. I tried, but once again it asked for my Wordpress account name and the dreaded password. And once again....crash and burn. I tried using a couple of passwords that I vaguely remember from back in the day, but without luck. Sorry Stephen, I tried. :(
Hard as I might want to be an active participant in things 21st Century-ish, at heart I guess I'm just a yellow pad and #2 pencil kind of guy. *sigh*
EDIT: On another recent occasion I was locked out of an account so I thought I'd just re-register. Problem was, it wouldn't accept any of my email addresses, or my first name, or my back name. Out of frustration I tried to register as F__K Y_U, but they said that was inappropriate.
I'm thinking of putting a hacker on retainer, just to get me into my own accounts.