… or at least they know my commands.
I received these custom Chucks for Yaksmas.
Funny story about them. At least one that I think is funny. One that gives an entirely new meaning to sneakernet.
The “D0NTPAN1C” stitched into the back of them? That *was* my master password. Well, kind of. It was the one I had set up so the Husbear could access my information if I got hit by a bus. (Apparently, he is unaware of case-sensitivity when it comes to passwords.) But I changed the password anyway.
Next time I’ll just seal the password in an envelope and not actually tell him what the password is.
Until next time...