I am cutting back on Cable Television for a while in order to save money, so if anybody watches the “Game of Thrones” and wants to let me come over and watch it on Sunday nights so I don’t get Spoilered by all the people doing “recaps” the next day on the Internet, or if anybody has an organized group someplace where they watch the Thrones Game someplace please to inform me, I will bring a covered dish to share, or really, if anybody has that thing on Home Box where you can just put in a Password, the “GO” thing, please to share it with me, I won’t give it to anybody else, I promise.
Meanwhile, I'm just a squirrel trying to get a nut, right? I'm just Out There, doing stuff, for money, and I get this one little gig at this one place and in order to even start to Get Paid, it says I have to have an Employer Identification Number (EIN), so I'm like, OK, I mean, I dunno, why do I even bother to have a Social Security Number anymore? I mean, I thought that was my Identification Number or whatever? To Get Paid? As far as The Government is concerned? By which I mean: Taxes? You know, so they (The Government) can Get Paid?
But no, this place says for Security Reasons, I need to get this EIN thing going, because they don't want my Social Security Number (SSN), for Security Reasons, and yeah, c'mon, you gotta be thinking the same thing I'm thinking, and that's disturbing enough, for us to be tracking mentally, on this level, together, but you see it, right? I mean, what's the fucking difference between my EIN and my SSN, and if somebody hacks my Internets and gets mine, what's gonna stop 'em from hacking those very same Internets and getting this EIN when they get my SSN? Now I have another Number for somebody to get! It's all just numbers, flying around out there, with all my stupid passwords.
So now I am gonna count up all the passwords I have, for all kinds of stuff, written down in my notebook, made out of paper, with marks of writing on the slices of paper, in ink, but also sometimes in pencil, and disturbingly-more-than-sometimes in crayon, and I have counted them all and I have 67 fucking passwords, and those are just the ones I wrote down. I don't know how many more I have floating around out there in my mind, which is a terrible place to leave anything, seriously, you have no idea. Meanwhile, I have to have a password to get a new filter for the water that goes into the icemaker in the refrigerator, jeez. And then what if somebody steals my notebook?