There are enough unusual names in my and FCD’s families, including some unique spellings, that the word portion of passwords can be reused, changing only numbers and symbols.I’ve found that using old phone numbers for the numeric part is also helpful. At work, one trick I’d use was making vowels upper case and consonants lower.
One thing I never completely understood was the rule of not repeating numbers - that is 1234 was OK but not 1134. I know that was to prevent someone from using 1111, but I would think that permitting some repeats would add security. But what do I know…
All my car needed was the oil change - to the tune of $78! Oil has gotten expensive!!! Thanks, Uncle Donnie…
I am pleased they didn’t find any problems. The car is close to the stage where repairs just won’t be worth it, so I hold my breath when I take it in. I’m good with routine maintenance items, but as soon as Paul says “transmission” or “engine”, well, that could spell the end of the line.
Oh, and apart from my password panic last night, my brain took a stroll into my past that led to, well, let me explain. 50 years ago, I was stationed with Mike. That’s his real name, but so what?? One day, Mike showed me a picture of his daughter, as parents will do. It was your basic school photo, probably kindergarten or 1st grade. (Holy crap - his daughter could be a grandmother now!!!) Anyway, it was not a flattering pic. And I know what those are like - in 12 years of school, I had exactly 2 decent pictures of me. But I digress.
For all I know, the girl wasn’t feeling well, or like me, she hated sitting for photos. So I mustered up a proper comment, maybe about her curls or her cute blouse or something to please Mike.
And that led me to remembering the singer/comedian Stephen Lynch and his song Baby. I will not post a link, but it’s easily found. However, while I think the song is hilarious, it does have a dark edge that may be difficult for some people, or it might offend the humor-impaired. So unless you’re just a bit twisted, don’t look, Ethel!!!
OK, I’m going to work on our Book of the Dead, as FCD has called our notebook of important documents, etc. Should I predecease him, he’d have no idea about our finances and accounts and such, and if we died together, Daughter would be in a similar mess. So I’m going to document everything for their benefit. I guess for mine, too, since my memory aint’ what it used to be.