There seems to be a lot of
people getting hacked on Facebook recently. And while I can sympathize with
their plight, there is a small part of me that feels kind of smug about my
unhackable password. After all, I know better than to use “Password” as my
password—at least since 2005. That smugness lasted until I got an e-mail
notification from Microsoft saying that they had detected something “unusual”
about a recent sign-in—suggesting that I verify that I had, in fact, been
attempting to sign in from a new location. Specifically, trying to buy certain
goods and services in Copenhagen. Which, Gentle Reader, I assure you I had NOT.
So, I went to my Microsoft
account and went through the multiple verification steps to verify that I was
me, continue to be me, and would like to change my password. I thought long and
hard about what I would like my new password to be...Password123? PasswordXYZ?
Something unhackable, something cool, something123XYZ...I spent a lot of time
on my selection and I’m proud to tell you I came up with a hack proof password.
Nobody is signing into my account!
Not even me, as I have spent
the last 20 minutes trying to remember what my unhackable password IS. Which is
a real bummer, as I met this totally cool Nigerian Prince on line and we seemed
to really hit it off...
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| I am a RETRIEVER. Also a confetti maker. I am a VERY GOOD GIRL. |
In other news, Mexico is
lovely this time of year. At least that’s what my kids tell me. I wouldn’t
know, as I’m home puppy sitting my grand dog Millie. Millie is now a year old
and as sweet as she can be. She’s very helpful and brings me all kinds of
things I didn’t even know I had lost. And if I feel bad about all the used
Kleenex she’s retrieved from the trash and turned into confetti, she’s right
there to climb into my lap and comfort me.
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