talk lock summit

who'd have known it was going to end up like this?

no i'm not talking about the coronavirus - i'm talking about my blogger account.

after spending the good part of the last decade in cold storage, it was frozen over and died a death so quiet that it might as well have not existed at all.

(un)fortunately, the internet never forgets. some 15 years after the talk cock summit was established, i return after a 7-game losing streak on dota amidst a 7-week lockdown. i'm just glad that unlike dota, at least there are no people commenting on what i'm supposed to do here lol.

anyhow, back to the blogger account. my failure to retrieve it not only adds to my recent list of failures (more on that another time), but it offered some insights into my previous life.

1. I USED YAHOO. the shame, the shame. blogger no longer allows you to log in using the old username, not that i remember it anyway. i ended up using a password recall and the service reminds me politely that an email was sent to ...@yahoo.fr. which then reminded me,

2. I STUDIED FRENCH. mon dieu. maintenant j'ai besoin de naviguer ce système tout en français. taking a deep breath, i dived deep into the recesses of my memory to find the damned yahoo.fr address i had been using, and returned with this: yj_ri4j@yahoo.fr.

i can already sense some judgment. like HAHAHAHA WTF USES THEIR SECONDARY SCHOOL CLASS AS EMAIL? (there's more coming, hold your popcorn.)

 

to win, select all pictures with cars!

 

now this is stupid. look at the top right hand corner. that's more of a camion than a car. do i select it or not? i did not in the end and to my great dismay, being overly technical with terminologies meant that i had to assess some other images to prove that i am not a bot.

come on yahoo. if i were a bot i'd be using google.

3. i have strong school/class identity. the painful step of identifying myself as human then led to another dance to ensure that i am the correct human.

flashback: from secondary to primary school

the best part is: after trawling through a convoluted web of old usernames and passwords, i was still denied access to talk cock summit. it was only through YL that i found out that it wasn't the correct email at all.

that brings me to the final two observations.

4. young crazy me had a gazillion email accounts. and for whatever reason that i created them back then, i definitely see no reason now. conclusion: some innocuous random shit you do in the past can and will come back to haunt you, innocuously and randomly.

not wanting to drag on the pain of trying to uncover weird email addresses or passwords, i capitulated and asked YL to send an invitation to my current gmail account. and here i am now, back to good old BLOGGER in 2020. kind of goes to show that...

5. in times of trouble, one reverts to the basics. i return to my most basic instinct, talking cock.