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Your Digital Inheritance?
eldavojohn writes "I wrote a journal entry musing on the idea of passing on accounts and digitally stored information from generation to generation. Has anyone done this or inherited anything? Does anyone else plan to do this? Is there a slip of paper in your deposit box at the bank with websites, account names and passwords?"
Everyone gather round! I'm going to open grandpa's tarball ...
Does anyone else plan to do this? Is there a slip of paper in your deposit box at the bank with websites, account names and passwords?
Why yes, in fact, there is!
And imagine their surprise as my offspring open up my safe deposit box only to find a piece of paper with my Slashdot login & password and a note about trying to only post comments that are informative, insightful, interesting, or funny.
He who knows best knows how little he knows. - Thomas Jefferson
They already did that movie. It's called "The Princess Bride". Sure, they had pirates instead of hackers, but according to the RIAA they're the same thing.
I am quite sure that mine would be quarantined due to virus or file corruption. A true eulogy to my life experience with MS products.
...one child will receive the coveted "Floppy Disk of Power", unlocking all my secrets... sadly, the floppy will have been stored with my refrigerator magnet collection...
GetOuttaMySpace - The Anti-Social Network
"Son... I want you to have my porn when I'm gone."
I have a confession to make. I am not the Dread Slashdotter AKAImBatman. My name is Bob. I inherited this account from the previous Dread Slashdotter AKAImBatman, just as others will inherit it from me. The man I inherited it from was not the real Dread Slashdotter AKAImBatman, either. His name was George. The real AKAImBatman has been retired five years and living like a king in San Francisco. The name, you see, is the important thing for inspiring the necessary fear. No one would surrender to the "Dread Slashdotter Bob," so the name passes from generation to generation.
*sniff* Now you know the terrible secret.
Javascript + Nintendo DSi = DSiCade
Susan: That er, that Steve guy; how well do you know him? Are you close?
Jeff: Close? We're porn buddies!
Susan: Porn buddies?
Jeff: Oh, yeah.
Susan: Is this code? Were you in prison together or something?
Jeff: No, no, no it's simple; it's a safety precaution, like a scuba driver swims with a buddy in case he runs out of air.
Susan: Okay, okay. Are you telling me that a porn buddy stands by with oxygen?
Jeff: No. Many years ago, me and Steve exchanged house keys--
Susan: Are you sure this isn't code?
Jeff: It isn't code.
Susan: Alright.
Jeff: In the event of Steve's death the first thing I would do --upset though I will be-- is go straight to his house and remove all the pornography before his parents can find it.
Susan: You're kidding!
Jeff: And he's pledged to do the same for me. That's how close we are!
Susan: You two have seriously made plans to destroy each other's dirty mags?
Jeff: Who said, "destroy?" Remove.
Susan: you wouldn't keep them?
Jeff: It's a perk.
Susan: Oh, Jeff.
Jeff: That's the beauty of it, you see. Your best friend's dead, but there's a bright side!
Carthago delenda est!