“Too old to have a good password?”

Vygies(Flowers from my garden)

A little while ago I was watching a TV program about a young guy who was a Cyber Vigilante. In one of the scenes, he was trying to hack his next victim’s account. He struggled to hack this particular account, and then as we can hear what he is thinking, he thinks, “You’re too old to have a good password.”

I keep remembering this part of that program every time I log into one of my accounts. I am certainly no spring chicken, but I do still have a few active marbles in my head and so do many other people my age and older. I don’t have marvellous passwords either though, but if I were heading up some major account, I would make it my business to have a very good password regardless of my age.

The thing is that there is always someone older than you no matter how young you are, and you will always be that someone older to the younger person. Age is about who we are, isn’t it? The average age of the people who run countries are mostly past middle age in general. Is that considered old, not in my eyes.

It also brings me to think of men who go out and purchase sports cars when they reach a certain age. They are often accused of having a midlife crisis, but really, has anyone stopped to consider that they are now financially stable to get the car type of car they’ve wanted all their lives. It might not have anything to do with a crisis?

The point is, though, that we’re never too old to get a new snazzy car. We are never to old to fall in love. We are never too old to find our soulmate. We are never too old to travel and do the things we have always dreamed about. We are most certainly never too old to think up a good password.  We are just simply never too old.

Why a woman…


The Daily Prompt asks; What does your ideal community look like? How is it organized, and how is community life structured? What values does the community share?


Well, we would all be a bunch of huggers.  We don’t have to be people huggers, we could be animal huggers, tree huggers or anything you would like to be a hugger of.  We would live beside the sea and build our houses to blend in with nature in every way.  Our religion would be kindness.  We would strive to be at one with nature.

Most important is that we would be a harmonious tribe.  Any non-harmonious types would unfortunately have to be ousted from the community.  The person who manages the community will be a woman.  Why a woman I hear you ask.  Well, because with woman in charge the chances are that the community would be led in a nurturing way..

About kissing.

Flowers from my garden.

Flowers from my garden.

I might have mentioned this before, but I do not like all the kissing which happens over Christmas and New Year.  What is it about everyone who wants to kiss on the lips? I must be a bit of a fuddy-duddy then because I cannot handle it; especially when the family gets together and all the uncles, aunts, grannies, nephews and nieces must all kiss slap bang on the mouth.  It is most certainly nothing near a proper kiss, like a first kiss for instance, or a kiss from someone special.  This is just pure bad manners in my opinion.

I really prefer the hollywood kiss with a hug and a mock mwah, mwah on each cheek, rather than a sloppy,
kiss.  Ugh!  Is there something wrong with me?  I have no problem with kissing in general, but I would like to be able to decline a kiss from a person who is going to grab me and plant a wet sponge like kiss on my lips.

I may have offended a few people over the holidays because I started turning my face away.  

What is your opinion about all this kissing going on?

One more hour…


 The Daily Prompt:

Good news — another hour has just been added to every 24-hour day (don’t ask us how. We have powers).

How do you use those extra sixty minutes?

If that extra hour meant that it could be my extra hour, a very selfish hour where I can do just what I want –

well then I’d grab it with both hands 🙂

I think I’d put everything off such as TV’s and anything that makes a noise and have an hour of quiet whilst I will  read or do something creative.

My Entry: Lights, Camera and Write.


The Daily Prompt:

Today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

Usually when I’m not in a rush I take my time writing.  You will find me stopping often and staring out of the window.  So, ten minutes writing for me is something that could be full or words or hardly any at all.  This is why I decided to write about my sweet cat, His Royal Highness. He is a very easy subject to write about.

I have been known to stalk my precious kitty with a camera in hand, hoping for a good shot.  Today though, he decided to pose for me.  It was most gracious of him to do so.  One day I would like to take a video of him as most of the time he actually turns his back on me when he sees me with the camera.  It is quite something to see.

If you look at the photo it looks as though rays of light are gleaming from his royal paws. Well, that’s what he thinks anyway.  I’m not going to be the one to tell him that it is sunshine shining through the window.

My ten minutes ends here…

I am combining this with “Michelle’s Weekly pet Challenge.”  You will find all the details in the logo below 🙂


None other than…

20140503_122648_FotorThe Daily Prompt:

Your blog is about to be recorded into an audiobook. If you could choose anyone — from your grandma to Samuel L. Jackson — to narrate your posts, who would it be?

My accent may sound a little different to the non-South African ear, but quite frankly, I would choose myself.  My blog is just me, the ups and the ghastly downs, so I don’t see why I should choose anyone else but myself to narrate my own thoughts.



Daily Prompt

You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?

What happens next is I grab my hand bag and run for the hills.  Its just too creepy for me.

This reminds me of and incident which happened recently.  I was purchasing some items at a local store.  I put my items on the counter, the teller greeted me and then said “you’re from number blah street, blah blah…” he rattled off my address.  I felt shock waves, I wanted to run.  It seems to be my instinct to flee.  I didn’t flee though, I would have looked a bit stupid not paying and running out of the store.

I asked him a few questions and it turned out that he lives down the other end of my street.  Still though, I don’t know the information on the residents of my street, let alone those way on the other side…