This modern love
I was trying to complete an important form on the internet, but my baby daughter kept rearing up Godzilla-style and bashing my keyboard with her chubby little hands. Eventually the last drop of my patience evaporated in the crucible of her persistence.
I found a spare keyboard, plugged it in to a spare P.C. and gave it to her. As she logged in to her MySpace account, I was able to discern her password from her keystrokes. It was ”P1aY6r0uP”.
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You mean she didn’t have her own laptop in her room? I bet you haven’t even got her a mobile phone yet - how’s she meant to network?
Posted on 16-Sep-06 at 12:10 am | PermalinkThe authorities have already contacted us re. pending neglect charges, H.
Posted on 16-Sep-06 at 12:26 pm | PermalinkShe may be trying to tell you something.
Posted on 18-Sep-06 at 3:17 am | PermalinkIf she has access to MySpace, she has access to eBay, Amazon, ToysRUsOnline, the list goes on.
Posted on 20-Sep-06 at 3:41 pm | PermalinkJust a thought. And do check your wallet for card-shaped gaps.
Oh g0d, she’s g01ng to be an IT c0nsu1tant
Posted on 25-Sep-06 at 1:13 pm | Permalink