Godlmighty, am I ever sick & tired of password hoop-jumps set up for you to navigate at every goddamn website. Yeah: Including the ones you own.
FaM used to recognize my computer when I surfaced over here No more! Now I’ve got to look up a stupid password and type it in — carefully — to access my own damn website.
Yeah, I know: all for my protection. Right. A sappy little-old-lady’s blog must be protected from the Forces of Evil. Mmm hmmm….
Seems like every site you go to these days demands that you enter a damn password. And it can’t be just one stupid password. Every site demands something different — some unique combination of characters.
Maybe it’s time for me to find some new pastime: one that doesn’t entail getting online.
I suppose what I’m getting tired of is the world of humanity as it has evolved. And yeah: it does seem to get more and more tiresome with each passing year. And yeah: if I could go out on the desert, set up camp in a cave, and live out the rest of my life there, I’d probably do exactly that. But I can’t…I’d need a password to get into the cave!