There’s a fun little meme floating around The Internets comparing a microscopic piece of pollen to an exact replica of The Death Star in Star Wars. Behold, it depicts truth!
Because, when you wake up wanting to claw your eyes out, and then go to bed wishing your head would just hurry up and explode…pollen.
If yellow dust coats every outdoor surface that you’ve spent an entire weekend washing down… pollen.
If a spider and a horse mated… pollen.
Maybe not on the last one, but few things are more despicable to me than… pollen. And the allergies they induce.
I could move to Antarctica, but that would set my plans to move back down to Florida waaaay back.
Oh pollen, I detest thee!
And passwords, you too!
Can we just have a show of hands for those of us who have created ultra high security passwords and then never remembered them again?
Sweetman keeps telling me that something called Last Pass will save me.
But, I’d have to remember that password.
It’s a never-ending story.
Think of a great password. Check.
Remember great password in dire circumstances. Uncheck.
If only I could!
I need to live in world without pollen. Which would work out great because Sweetman would like to live in a world without bees. See how well we go together?
Maybe we could rig up a system where the only passwords used or needed were by bees. To transport pollen.
And they could only do it if they could remember their passwords.
*Allergy meds may have been consumed prior to this writing.*
*No actual bees were harmed during this writing.*
*I did have to remember a password, though.*
*Wonders, will they never cease!*