Me and technology: what it looks like.

Me and technology: what it looks like.

The other night, seemingly out of the blue, Alan said, "I really need to remember what my computer password is."

I gave him my best, "Whachewtalkinbout, Willis?" looks.

"You know," he explained, "So you can log into my computer when I'm not here in case you want to stream something on the flatscreen."

I nodded slowly, appreciating that he was looking out for me. "But why do you need a password?" I asked. "Doesn't your computer scan your thumbprint?"

It was his turn to nod slowly, waiting for me to find the flaw in my logic. "It does... but it's my thumbprint. It won't work for you." 

I shook my head. "I've seen this on Mission Impossible. We just need to cut off your thumb and leave it here. That way neither of us need to remember a password. Everyone wins!!"

And ever since then, I haven't been able to find a knife in this house.

C'mon, Alan - it was a JOKE. Kind of.