These days everything has a password, a pin, a secret question, an encrypted 5 digit code, a case-sensitive, voice-activated, e-mail confirmation-sending, security encoded, unique identifier which I’m supposed to remember. The problem? There are literally 50 passwords in my noggin at any given moment and they are taking up space I could be using to remember the latest merged celebrity-couple names. 
Between my office computer, personal finances, house alarm system, Twitter, e-mail, smart phone, Facebook, TV remote, or credit card touchtone keypads I’m pretty dang sure I can hear the rhythmic throb of an aneurysm developing everytime I have to remember one.

How embarrassing is it to have to call the help desk and ask for them to reset your password?  It’s bad enough that the system blocked you after three incorrect attempts, but now you have to admit your stupidity to another human being.  Besides, you know customer service hates getting this phone call almost as much as Pauly Shore hates it’s not 1992.

Paranoid increased security measures require you to come up with ridiculous passwords too. For whatever reason the system will never accept the easy ones to remember, it always prompts you for a password at least 87 characters long that contains three numbers, an umlaut and a Nostradamus quatrain in French.