Just like East and West Berlin

So passwords, right? You have them, you love them, occasionally you forget them (thanks, Keychain!). You are constantly changing them or making new ones up. Would it be better (more secure, less likely to forget) to have a single password that you changed monthly or to have a completely different password for every single thing and never change it?

I still use the very first password I'd been granted (you know, the one you're supposed to change?) for a couple of different things. On the other hand, I only use it for things I really really don't give a crap about. I use a bunch of different passwords just for lemuridae.net — there's one for FTP, one for logging in to the web panel, a different one for mail, and a fourth for the blogging. And they're all secure. Why? Because that's the way I roll.

Duh.

Let's not even talk about my physical system passwords and how often I change them. It's my virtual answer to sleeping with all the doors in the house closed.

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In all the old apartments, I could never go to sleep without 1) checking the front door and 2) closing all the other doors in the place. We're talking each bathroom door, bedroom door, closet door, etc. Especially sliding doors. Of course, this here house doesn't belong to me so I can't go around closing all the doors before sleep because the cats need to get to their food and shit. Also, I think El Jefe likes them open and it's a fair guess to say he is in fact crazier than I am.

It really kept me from sleeping truly well, but at least I could close up all the doors in the basement, which made me feel a bit better. Localized control is better than none at all. What I didn't realize when we got cats is that our freaking cats would not let us sleep with the doors closed. They would paw and claw until you let them in. and then they would paw and claw until you let them out. All night, every night.

Until one morning I woke up and the door was open. Freaked me the crap out. Mike had left it open because he just couldn't deal with the whiny cats anymore. So now I can't say I sleep securely, but I sleep OK. As long as the door isn't wide open, I can handle it.

That crazy got mostly transferred elsewhere.

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In other news, my throat is killing me. It might be Avian SARS Throat, which I hear is making the rounds. It's horrible, the tea helps, and I'm hoping it passes soon.