On a Post-it stuck to the desk under the keyboard is a good one.
I favor the “keep list on handheld device, such as PDA or smartphone, that never leaves my physical possession at work” strategy. 
There’s also the “everybody in the team has the same passwords because there is always someone who doesn’t have all the accesses he needs despite everybody having the same job title and similar duties” approach.
Transfer is coming in, finally. Now they want him to come back…he isn’t. Two times he escaped before trouble, his luck can hold out just so long.
Pffft. Easy-peasy.
Get the names of four family members. Each quarter, change your password to “NameA (B, C, D + 12).” Next year make the numeric portion be “13.”
I also have a pattern for passwords. It’s not very predictable, and it’s such that no matter what I’m using the password for, I never have to ‘memorize’ the password. I just know what my pattern is.
So, for example if I haven’t logged in to Amazon for 6 months I don’t have to look up my password. I know, using my pattern, what the password will be.
I use the name of the critter on my wildlife-of-the-month calendar. If I forget the password, I just look up at my bulletin board.
My turn: thank you, city of Dallas, for re-paving East Mockingbird. It was a potholed mess and I appreciate that you turned a three-lane heavily-trafficked road into something smoother and less likely to devour my suspension. Now: would you please get around to re-striping it?!?!? Those semi-reflective Post-It note thingies are starting to wear away, not that they were all that visible to begin with, and people around here are shitty enough drivers without you making them GUESS where their lane is!
Why the fuck, in a city of nearly 600,000, can we not have mayoral candidates who have both good ideas and some measure of personal integrity? Both candidates this year have egregious behavior in their pasts. The best of the two has had his driver’s license suspended some six or seven times, has been ejected from adult sports leagues for violence, and was arrested 20 years ago for punching a woman in the face. :rolleyes: The other is fond of taking credit for accomplishments during past administrations that he wasn’t a part of, or that occurred after he was long gone. The present mayor (who is openly gay), not long after being elected to his first term, was charged with having sex with an underage male intern. Any self-respecting politician with a clue how to govern could walk away with the election, but apparently there aren’t any, so we’re stuck with these two ass clowns. It’s likely too late to mount a write-in campaign, but even if it weren’t, there doesn’t seem to be anybody viable. On the upside, whoever ends up in the office will likely be a one-term mayor.
Augh. Honey, when you said you were mixing the leftover chunky tomato sauce with the leftover Thai food, I…I thought you were joking. I should know better. What the heck am I supposed to eat for lunch now?
I swear, the man’s a human garbage disposal. He will mix anything with anything, and happily eat it as if he has no taste buds whatsoever.
This would make an awesome sig line. 
But I bet he’s easy to cook for. 
Yup, just mix 3-5 random items from the kitchen and throw them on his plate.
“It’s called Cracker-steak sauce-apple-mustard over noodles, honey”
Some days I hate my family. Today is one of those days. I had to call my good friend to describe what is going on just to have her verify that that is happening Is Not Normal.
Gee, I wonder where I have come to despise impotent hand-wringing and caving to manipulative assholes???
My family, that’s where!!
Let’s TALK about the problem sum-more! Hey, I know, let’s have someone try to DISCUSS with dad why he should do the NORMAL, SANE, RATIONAL thing! I’m sure this time it will work!! I mean, it’s never worked before, but let’s try it again!
Fucking fuck, where’s my gin.
And then my sisters get all pissed off at my brother because he won’t participate in this ridiculous circle jerk. That’s because he knows it’s useless! Hey, maybe we could have a… a… family meeting! Yeah! Let’s do that!
:mad:
Aha, but so do we. Just the way you phrased that can only mean that you use the Klingon word for this month’s gemstone plus the maiden name of your current favorite actor’s mother.
I use a system, too, because I have a terrible memory without it.
horrible headache. Kind of hoping it’s from missing my meds the past couple days (a side effect of the nomadic life and lack of routine) because I just took some klonopin and am hoping that will help. But also kind of hoping it’s not because I hate the idea of being dependent on klonopin.
also, I want a home. I’m lucky enough to have been able to find places to stay (and for my foster dog to join me, as they’ve all been with members of the rescue) for the most part, but I want to stay in the same place for more than like a week at a time. Being homeless still sucks even when it doesn’t actually mean sleeping on the street or sleeping in my car for more than a few days at a time. Not as much, obviously, and of course I recognize how fortunate I am to have people who will help, but still. I know I’m kind of a spoiled brat for complaining when I do have a place to sleep.
Being homeless totally sucks. Its good that you have somewhere to sleep, but being homeless just flipping bites. You have my total sympathy.
Why are so many young women such vocal fry talkers? (I have a Doper to thank for giving me the term for that weird, creaky way of talking that so many young women affect.) It bugs the shit out of me! Britney Spears apparently is one of the worst culprits for this - my husband says she’s the one who started the trend.
Yes, couchsurfing is still being homeless, a lot of dudes dont realize that.
No, you’re not spoiled, you’re sad and that’s very normal. I hope things get better for you soon.
Dear friends, I love you guys and I’m thrilled that you’re having a baby, but did you really need to call me at 2am to let me know he was born? I would’ve been fine if you had let me know at a more reasonable hour, honest.
I DO NOT NEED a cotton candy machine. Even if it is deeply discounted. Really, I don’t need it.
Maybe if I keep telling myself that it will sink in.