May 7, 2014


The other day, I tried to use my big computer at home but couldn't log on because I forgot what my password was.

How does one forget one's own computer password, you might ask?

Well, let me tell you.

Janice's memory = HUGE THUMBS DOWN.

Besides that pesky, annoying problem, I'd also been using my other, little computer for months, and guess what? If you don't use it, you lose it. Passwords included.

I had been favoring my little computer because it's the right size to be a lap-warmer while my big computer is bigger than my torso. Not so comfortable to sit down and cuddle with on the couch.

What do you mean you don't cuddle with your gadgets?

You're weird.

And that's how I found myself sitting at my desk, frantically going through all the passwords I could think of, hoping to hit the right one.
Is it the same as my Gmail password?

Or, is it my Twitter? (I know, I know, my Twitter looks like a duck. What can I say? Bad drawings.)

Maybe my bank password???

No dice.

It's a good thing my computer doesn't do that security thing where it locks me out for being dumb.

You don't want to know how many times I've done that with my online banking accounts...

Just when I was getting desperate, and wondering if I'd have to call some Geniuses to help me, I had a sudden attack of inspiration.

"Janice, you're really a 12-year-old boy."

"What kind of password would a 12-year-old boy use?"

And, that's when it hit me.

I typed my password into my computer.

And rejoiced.


My password was POOP.

I have since changed my password.

To a password a 13-year-old would use.

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