Jan 18, 2019: Word

I sat down today to do something I have been intending to get to for a couple of weeks but always finding the time to do something else in its stead.

It was time, I decided, to tackle Auntie Pam’s laptop.

I’ve mentioned it before a couple of times. Carole’s aunt has, probably, the highest number of problems accessing her email of anyone on the face of the Earth. That includes people who don’t even have email.

For whatever reason she can’t get it to work properly and I have promised I will have a look at it. So I am currently in possession of the laptop and a notebook in which all the important things like passwords are written down. Apparently.

I’ll tell you what isn’t in the notebook. Any password, apart from one for Skype. Which I really don’t need.

I can’t even get past the welcome screen because the password is a mystery to me. I mean, you’d think that would be the one piece of information that would have come with the laptop – the actual code needed to access the bloomin’ thing in the first place.

But no.

Instead I just a hint to work off.

I thought, several times, that I’d cracked it. But, it turns out, the Windows log on screen will occasionally spin the little ball circle of progress for a while even though it knows you’re shit out of luck when it comes to password entry.

It looks so easy on the movies and wotnot.

Oh yeah, I’ll just hack into so-and-so.

I spent ages trying to guess a fruit, for crying out loud. Which is not to say I didn’t guess a fruit. I guessed several. Tens of several, in fact. But none of them worked. And life’s too short to sit and type Orange1, Orange2… etc before reverting to another fruit from the list after a certain time.

I think we have now discovered what the password is, straight from the horse’s mouth.

I’ll just have to see if I can find some time to get round to it again…