Passwords. They have become so ubiquitous in modern life that we rarely think about them. Even our phones have passwords, and some cars and even houses have electronic locks that you can access with a password. They are here to stay, and virtually everything we do, certainly every transaction, has a password associated with it.
I still remember my first password. I needed one at the end of public school to access the brand new computer lab. Yes, we just got computers in my public school. No, I’m not 90 years old. That’s what happens when you live in a rural area. Anyway, I needed to come up with something, and not knowing what else to do, I picked my favourite Pokemon.
Pokemon was really popular at the time, okay?!
It was clean, simple, easy to remember and no one ever hacked it. I thought it was great, and I would have kept using it as my password forever … until they changed how passwords work.
I wrote yesterday about how it’s okay to not be the best at something. Even as I posted it, I wasn’t happy with it. Not that it was badly written, but rather it didn’t say what I wanted to say. I had a particular idea when in mind when I started writing, and as the paragraphs went on I twisted and veered away into something different.
I guess that’s what happens when you write without a fully formed plan. Oops. I intend to correct that today.
We all have different interests, passions and hobbies, and it’s natural to want to get better at them. If you love baseball, say, you’d want to throw faster and hit harder. That’s fine and healthy. You might invest time and training honing all your skills, following baseball-specific workouts. That’s great. You might spend every waking moment thinking about baseball, training for baseball, playing baseball, devoting your entire life to become the absolute best that you can be.
I want to not only be the best, but the very best.
And you know what? Even that’s okay. It’s not necessary, and I wouldn’t fully recommend it, but it’s okay. Continue reading
Gee, it’s getting late. I’ve had a good day, if I do say so. I accomplished everything I needed to do, including all my spring cleaning while still having time to play. I have a relatively early day tomorrow, so let’s get to bed well before midnight. That makes perfect sense.
Yes, I need sleep after a day like this. I sure hope that a random stupid event like Daylight Savings Time hasn’t completely thrown my sleep schedule out of whack! Ha ha! Continue reading
Fantasy sports. It sounds like something from Harry Potter, something like Quidditch or Calvinball. In my humble opinion, the ultimate fantasy sport would be something like Pokémon. I can imagine teams of monsters and dragons either battling it out directly or engaged in some type of point sport. I’d watch soccer a heck of a lot more if involved dragons, let me tell you that.
Of course, fantasy sports means none of this. It refers to fantasy teams, where people draft players and earn points based on how well these players do. There is often money on the line, but even more important is pride. If you know your sport better than another person, you damn well better beat them in your fantasy league. Winning gives you infinite bragging rights, just as losing instantly pushes you to the bottom of the totem pole. It’s friendly, but it’s serious business. Continue reading