I cannot be sure, but I would bet real academic money that the future editor-in-chief of the college newspaper, who had stated with utmost confidence that he would be a badger or a bald eagle or a great white or some other steady and vicious creature, had rolled his eyes as I made my paltry explanation.
When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up to become a professional baseball player. I wanted to make a living playing a game that I loved. . .
We've all been there I'm sure: you're creating a password for a website, and while you're typing, a little pop-up tells you how weak or strong the password is. For instance you type "2Blessed" but the pop-up mocks your choice with a big red "WEAK", forcing you to add a random Q and a % … Continue reading On the Pop-up Life Coach