I, Robot

You know what are the most dreaded words in the English language today?

No, they’re not “President-elect Trump” or “the rabbit died” or “the IRS is going to audit you.”

They are…

“Invalid pasword.”

OMG!

Whenever I see that message, my world implodes.

There I’ll be- cruising down the Internet Highway.  Not a care in the world, singing a song.

And then, I’m asked for my password.

I have a Google password and an an Apple iTunes password.  I have one for the bank app and one for Amazon.  I have a password for my computer, BlueHost, MailChimp, WordPress, Netflix, Infinty Go, United Airlines, American Airlines, Southwest Airlines, JetBlue, Marriott, Starwood, Uber, Lyft, Via, Lettuce Entertain You, GoDaddy, Word Press, Yahoo Mail, Grub Hub, Spotify, Waze, Open Table…

I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.

And I can never remember which one- or which version- it is.

Or if it is uppercase, lower case- or a combination of both.

And I just flip out.

The day has finally come.

We are OWNED by machines.

Sure, everything on-line is quick easy and hyper-efficient.  I can do things today that I never could have dreamt up as a kid.

Just the other day, my Spotify app sent me an email showing me where Aretha Franklin, Maxwell and The O’Jays will be appearing in concert near me. (if you count Merrillville, Indiana as near me.)

The app then linked me to a ticket-seller site.

Come on!

This is Sci-fi stuff.

Anything and everything is a click away.

If you can just remember the password.

So I have a book.

And in this book, I have recorded every password – and every change- I have ever used. Whenever I get that dreaded message, I run to it.

(I’m sure you have one, too.)

Very old school.

Heaven help me if I ever lose that book.

That’s it for today Dear Readers.  And I’m going to be busy with my day job for the next couple of weeks so I’ll see you back here bright and early on Sunday, December 18.

And remember. As always the password is “FUN.”

(This video is for you. Joan Himmel Freeman.)