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A decent compromise might be to pick a short phrase she can remember, and make all her passwords that phrase+the name of the service.
Like her bank password would be “iloveop+bank”, her Netflix would be iloveop+netflix", etc.
My mom’s password manager is a pen and paper notebook. It’s not ideal, but it keeps me from having to reset everything every month, and she chooses slightly more complex passwords since she doesn’t have to remember them (even though she is slowly memorizing them)
Shoot for the FALGSC, fall amongst the CyberpunkDystopia.
War will be automated too. That’s going to be “fun” too. Not even Star Trek skipped that part.
This statement has strong Bilbo " I like less than half of you as well as you deserve" energy
(No hate, it just struck me as funny)
If you’re reading this and have never tried this, get some, it’s a religious experience. You might find god. God might be a very sick cat.
Apple is a strange beast. I was at their space ship HQ getting interviewed, and the guy kept pointing random facts about it. Like, this particular wood was harvested in the winter so that made it better, or that entire segments can be siloed off, or that the full height glass walls of the cafeteria can be opened on pivots, and there was just so much effort in making sure things worked just right.
Meanwhile [this team] had to test software fixes for their product by provisioning ancient Mac mini’s in a closet lab because they wanted to test the “full experience” and so every patch and update they had to do was painful and horribly tested. They all hated each other (which was obvious to me just from my time in their interviews, so it must have gotten really bad during the workday I imagine). Everyone seemed on edge all the time. Even the people in the hallways. But they were all super excited that they could order lattes from the iPads tethered to the break room countertops. And they had an apple orchard I guess. The idea of changing how they do what they do was completely unentertainable.
The whole experience felt surreal, like I had stepped into the world according to The Onion.
It’s probably very easy to paint minis with two thumbs and five fingers per hand
Oh hell yes it was amazing.
Yeah, actual joy touching his eyes gives this one away.
I once hallucinated after being poisoned by lunch from a Torta truck in Mexico, somewhere south of Monterrey. I was in a cinder block shitter a mile down the road until the sun went down that day.
Oh, and for some reason, literally every ihop I’ve ever been to has smelled like sewer, had terrible service, and has food that tasted a day old. They can’t all be like that right?
He gets more cursed the taller he gets
I go back every now and then to search the Cybertruck community for new posts, but that’s about it.