The Password Dilemma

And so it starts again .. I've tried maintaining a weblog so many times. Seems like a 'cool' thing to do ey? But everytime I do write something, one of two things happens ... ...(a) I forget the password, or...(b) I forget the password....I'm not trying to defend myself, but this whole signing up thing, has gotten to me. I wanna sign up for this, and I wanna sign up for that, and I wanna sign up for all of this and that. I have strong reason to believe that I have had more profiles of me put up on the net than copies of pamela anderson's infamous gobbledygook with Tommy Lee. And the sad part is, that even if someone did look up my profile (and was interested in me, hallelujah!), I'd never know, cause I cant log in again. Not that I think that anybody WOULD wanna look up my profile, unless he/she was planning to adopt an orang-utan with the IQ of a cactus that has just been run over by one of George Bush's war tanks. However, there are some rather gifted men/women out there with a penchant for hooking up with creatures with subhuman intelligence. ...Let me, however, get back to the more important thing here. I want to remember passwords. Its not that I have a bad memory, its just that I cant remember anything at all. I can remember almost everything else really, other than passwords. And to make matters worse, when I type in my passwords, I cant see them. How am I supposed to remember something I havent ever seen? So I decided to write my password on a piece of paper, and gave it to a friend of mine for safekeeping (since I kept losing the piece of paper). Unfortunately, I couldnt remember who I had given the piece of paper to, and I really didnt want to offend my other friends by asking everyone (They might think that I should have trusted them and not the-snotty-nosed-halfwit) about the piece of paper with the password on it. One of my more pragmatic friends suggested that I should write it on the wall, or something of the sort. I thought that was a great idea, except that in a moment of profound creativity I had decided to paint my room a shade of green-blue. So the writing was pretty much on the wall. And then I had the best idea of all. I decided to get a tattoo of my password on the rolls of fat on my stomach. (Well, when I look at myself, thats about the only part of my body I can see, so that made a lot of sense). Now I'm all set with my password, though by now I think I have forgotten what the username for this weblog is. Maybe its time to run along and get another tattoo!...Drat! Did I forget to fill in the title field now?! ...