40% of the time this:
VLCkeleton
doot doot mr skeltal ☠️🎺
It’s buffer for security codes.
I use mine for ip addresses
It’s trying to remember which end number I’m up to for this password.
The trick is to not use numbers. Use a tchotchke placed in a prominent place on your desk. My password changes frequently. The previous tchotchke was a goat pin, then a cactus figurine, then a binder clip. I just need to picture my desk and I know what the thing is.
And my desk is so cluttered it’s not clear what the special object is. (You know what they say: cluttered desk, cluttered mind. Empty desk…)
It used to remember passwords, it briefly got a gig memorizing drink orders, now it mostly focuses remembering project numbers and does a little 2FA code work on the side.
It still has the ones I put in there 40 years ago.
Yep. Apparently I stuck those in some sort of super resilient long term storage.
There are motherfuckers out there now with NO idea what it was like potentially having to talk with a girl’s parents first, any time you wanted to call her
I remember when I called my then girl friend back in the days and possibly had to talk to her mom, dad, older brother or younger sister first 😬
Haha yep. The whole family was involved. I don’t even think it’s necessarily a bad thing, it’s definitely not comfortable but as long as you don’t have bad intent, it’s probably better that everyone has some kind of tabs on what’s going on, and you have to face up to justifying to them why and how you’re hanging out with their daughter.
Me: “Hi, is Sarah there?” Her mum, voice away from the phone: “Oh, Sarah. Its a boy for you. Is this your new boyfriend?” Sarah in the back ground: “Mum, stop. I’ll take it up stairs.” Her dad: “Hello, who is this?” Me: "Eh, hello. This is Benny. Im phoning for Sarah. Her Dad: "What you phoning her for? Me: "Eh… Sarah in the nick of time: “DAD!!! HANG UP THE PHONE!!!”
Or after going out for a few weeks/months
Me: “Hi, Its Benny. Its Sarah there?” Her Dad: “Hold on.” Her Dad in the background with zero attempt to cover the mouth piece: “Sarah, that wee pricks on the phone for you again.” lol
My voice was high pitched enough that I got confused for a girl on the phone a lot. It helped in that scenario lol.
It still stores phone numbers… from 20 years ago.
I still remember a phone number to my childhood friend I didn’t talk to for over a decade.Probably passwords. Though the brain is what we call plastic, as in it can take any on lots of roles and those exact neurons could do any number of things… or, you know, nothing at all.
Not too dissimilar from a file system that’s lost it’s index but probably still has some 1s and 0s, which is true of most of your lost memories, probably.
Depression is like a goldfish. It expands to fit the space it has.
I’m going to quote this to my psychiatrist when he asks me how I’ve been.
I still remember the phone numbers for my friend’s house from 1st - 5th grade and my ex from high school’s home and cell number.
I‘m 31 years old. Never had to remember a single phone number besides my own.
How did that work? Were you that one kid who had a mobile, did you have them written down on a piece of paper, did you not go out by yourself, or did it not occur to anyone that you might need to call home (or even emergency services) in an emergency? Sorry this sounds so rude, I don’t mean to be, I’m just having a hard time imagining this.
this is for the folks 32 and up. begone kiddo!
Look at my knees and and my back and say that one more time, old-timer!
enough!
get your wheeled walker, it’s time to fight!
For me it’s remembering those same phone numbers from 35 years ago.
Remembering what password and username goes where.
Something absolutely useless like names of bands and songs from the 80’s and 90’s that i vehemently hated or names of obscure porn stars from 70’s to 90’s
Poor brain, I’m so sorry for you. You deserved better.
Slowly being overwritten with memes and film quotes
Depression
