...I thence
Invoke thy aid to my adventrous Song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above th' Aonian Mount, while it persues
Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rime.
Monday, August 14, 2006
the vagaries of passwords
who knew they had so much in them? and who knew others put so much in them! first its too short, or weak, or medium. then a moment of spite. a password which is finally STRONG! and then? the moment of stark realisation...what the fuck was it?????
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