DeAnna Woolston

I hate passwords for so many reasons. First–do they really do anything? The hackers are far smarter than I am and can easily figure out my password–so what is the point? We have to include numbers, uppercase, lowercase and soon will be required to choose a latin word after each character and put an emoticon before each number. Still the hackers do their dirty work and soon every friend and foe in my email contacts gets some shady email from me about penis enlargements. Second, I have to make passwords so complicated that I won’t remember them and even if I write them down somewhere, I won’t remember where.  Each site requiring a password has different rules thus a million different passwords. Third, even the little hints you are supposed to give when you forget are so obscure I don’t remember my answers.

Finally they make you paranoid.

So when it comes to password time, I write mine for the hackers. Little endearing messages to them, such as: fuhackers or gotohe11hackers.

I wish hackers would harness their nerd power to help people instead of waste our time. Or cover their magnificent nerd brains with a hat and walk outside, leaving all electronic devices in their caves and get some sun on their pasty white faces. Maybe if they got a little outdoor time and actually talked to people face to face they wouldn’t be so inclined to give innocent people grief.