…sometimes, I half-wish that computers would just…know what I meant.
Let’s say I have a password which is ‘StockGoddess’. And I type in…StickGoddess, or StockFoddess, or StockGoddes.
C’mon. It’s close enough.
You know what I meant, you big old sack of moldy weeds, and giving me the ‘excuse me, but that password isn’t correct ha ha ha’ routine is really peckin’ annoying.
Hokay. Glad we had this little chat.
And no, I don’t really wish computers would be anything less than the utterly literal monsters they are. The last thing I really need in my life is my computer deciding that when I said I wanted to trade 250 shares of XYZ.com, what I meant was trade 520 shares of ZXY.net.
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