privacy and trust
Nov. 14th, 2004 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7On Election Night, I borrowed Dave's laptop intermittently to write all my stupid incoherent blog postings without leaving the living room. (We were using his computer to check electoral-vote.com and the like.)
I logged into Livejournal.
In the browser he uses.
I never logged out. I thought I checked "when browser closes", but apparently not.
"Oh yeah," he said, "suddenly when I read your blog there were all these other icons that hadn't been there before, that said things like 'edit' and the like. And when I go to comment, I have to check 'Anonymous' so i don't comment as you."
"Why don't you log out, then?" I said, mildly horrified.
"I don't know how," he answered.
*shaky laugh* Good thing I don't ever bother to check "friends only" when I bitch about Dave. And yes, I apologize. Sometimes that's the first time he hears about problems we're having. No, I don't communicate well in person. Why do you ask? Our courtship was almost entirely via email.
So, on that note, Dave's in the other room making up a marinade for the venison that's been in the freezer since last deer season, and I am totally watching his ass as he bends over the table to work. And he doesn't know I can see him.
Yeah, at this point, Dave and I know each other's passwords, so it's pretty well moot. Although, actually, someone made me change my livejournal password and it's now not my primary password, so it's actually the only thing Dave couldn't haxor into. And my bank made me use a complex number instead. So he couldn't actually destroy my whole life if he suddenly became possessed by evil...
I wonder if that's a new 21st-century benchmark of commitment? No, he's never said "I love you" in the two and a half years we've been living together (I'm not kidding), but he's told me his password, and that means something.
I logged into Livejournal.
In the browser he uses.
I never logged out. I thought I checked "when browser closes", but apparently not.
"Oh yeah," he said, "suddenly when I read your blog there were all these other icons that hadn't been there before, that said things like 'edit' and the like. And when I go to comment, I have to check 'Anonymous' so i don't comment as you."
"Why don't you log out, then?" I said, mildly horrified.
"I don't know how," he answered.
*shaky laugh* Good thing I don't ever bother to check "friends only" when I bitch about Dave. And yes, I apologize. Sometimes that's the first time he hears about problems we're having. No, I don't communicate well in person. Why do you ask? Our courtship was almost entirely via email.
So, on that note, Dave's in the other room making up a marinade for the venison that's been in the freezer since last deer season, and I am totally watching his ass as he bends over the table to work. And he doesn't know I can see him.
Yeah, at this point, Dave and I know each other's passwords, so it's pretty well moot. Although, actually, someone made me change my livejournal password and it's now not my primary password, so it's actually the only thing Dave couldn't haxor into. And my bank made me use a complex number instead. So he couldn't actually destroy my whole life if he suddenly became possessed by evil...
I wonder if that's a new 21st-century benchmark of commitment? No, he's never said "I love you" in the two and a half years we've been living together (I'm not kidding), but he's told me his password, and that means something.
