I've freaking had it with passwords.  How am I supposed to remember over a hundred of them, especially when I am required to switch them from time to time for "security reasons"?

"Please enter your new secure password.  It must contain 10-26 characters, two or more upper case letters, a number, a symbol, no spaces, a heiroglyphic, a Greek letter and a Chinese character."

I can't wait for the day where all I have to do is give my middle fingerprint.

Quote from: Jill F on August 12, 2015, 07:44:47 PM
I've freaking had it with passwords.  How am I supposed to remember over a hundred of them, especially when I am required to switch them from time to time for "security reasons"?

"Please enter your new secure password.  It must contain 10-26 characters, two or more upper case letters, a number, a symbol, no spaces, a heiroglyphic, a Greek letter and a Chinese character."

I can't wait for the day where all I have to do is give my middle fingerprint.

This morning when I woke my laptop up, it wanted to know the last password I had used on the computer in order to unlock it. Not the password I log into the laptop with, but the actual last one I had typed in while doing something in a browser. Took me a minute, but I did finally recall what I had last signed into last night. I'm not sure this Windows 10 thing is a good thing yet.

What Was I Thinking With The Poem I Wrote Earlier Today?

All but the last stanza are more like something an emo would write.
My soul is dead,
my spirit is as black as the night
my window won't close (a reference to my suicide attempt in 2013)
i am an empty husk

but luckily by the time i wrote the last stanza i began to lighten up and made fun of how I felt by writing along the lines of (it rhymes in german):

oh lighten up you idiot
you're an ace
life tends to be good

i then drew (badly) a gravestone with "* BIRTH DATE + NOT FOR A LONG TIME" and a flower to show the contrast on the paper.

yeah, i had a bit of a rough morning.

i needed to exorcise some dark thoughts and it helped. it took me another hour to come back to the land of the living mood-wise, but hey, beggars can't be choosers.

i then gave the poem the title (obviously translated): A Journey Through My Mind.

I hate working on Sundays, but at least I'm working....for now....

My foot hurts a little.  I wonder if it is from being on my feet all day.

Been a good weekend, went over to the island, relaxed, fished and got some sun. I did catch 6 and 3/4 fish. The partial fish is because he lost his back end to a hungry blue fish while I was reeling him in.

Can't believe I just turned down backstage and VIP for Shania Twain. 

This week sucks.

Quote from: Jill F on August 18, 2015, 12:25:18 AM
Can't believe I just turned down backstage and VIP for Shania Twain. 

This week sucks.

That don't impress me much... 


a previous reply I made referencing Max Headroom made me think of:

Although I feel that some of their skits are bit inappropriate and maybe sometimes even a bit insulting, I love watching late night talk shows

Their silliness is such a great escape and relief from the mundane and often anal retentive attitudes of so much of society in general

Sure, they touch on social and political issues but they don't have a particular agenda or out to prove or disprove anyone or anything, they just have a bit of fun with it

Sometimes I think the "Fun" part of life is missing far too often

I miss the Soviets as America's "bad guys"... it was an excuse for the government to feel like they were 'doing something', but I don't know anyone who seriously believed in Red Dawn.

And now I am down. One of those days when life seems pointless. Seeing most women triggers dysphoria. I suppose in a few days it may go away, but being transsexual is such a horrible life...

I will be okay later, until that one time when I won't.

Felt like sharing.

I am better today.

Why did I take 2 days off from gym training... I hurt so so bad.

Thinking it's a small world! 

Thinking about something my endo said on Tuesday. He had been reviewing my records as he hadn't seen me in some months. He checked some things I had said about my low testosterone in the 10 years prior to HRT and then asked me when I expect to have insurance again. He wants to get some extra tests to check some theory he has. I'm wondering what he suspects.

Quote from: Devlyn Marie on August 22, 2015, 05:04:37 PM
Thinking it's a small world! 

my doppleganger. was wondering where she went to

Recently I've been thinking about the nature of fate and destiny.  I have been concentrating on the idea that time may not actually be linear and is only perceived that way by us.  This moves into a thought that what makes up destiny is core to ourselves then, because it's based on decisions we can't necessarily change in this reality we live in.  I also think about the idea of changing such a reality then, and how one would go about changing something that would conform to meet it's balance to any attempted major change.

I'm thoroughly disgusted with people. They think they know something, so they run their mouth outing you to other people. And seriously, why do they even need to talk about someone they don't really know? Are their lives that devoid of anything interesting enough to keep their tiny little minds occupied? I'm seriously regretting staying where I am at, even the people that are "supportive" are freaking idiots when it comes to this. And people say that we're the messed up ones...

Anyhoo, I'm going to get a bit drunk tonight to calm myself a bit before I actually do something that I and others would surely regret.

Time isn't linear, it curves.

čevapčiči come from Serbia, NOT FROM BOSNIA!!!! 

What you google while dreaming isn't always trustworthy.