Monkeys chasing butterflies
littlebigdetails:

Foursquare - In the iOS notification settings, the option to include adorable puppy photos in weekly updates is given.
/via Rafacst

littlebigdetails:

Foursquare - In the iOS notification settings, the option to include adorable puppy photos in weekly updates is given.

/via Rafacst

At war with the WAR newsletter

I never knew unsubscribing from a newsletter could be so hard until I tried getting rid of the WAR (Warhammer online: Age of Reckoning) newsletter. I’ve been getting the newsletter every other month since back in 2007 when I was still playing these types of games. So I clicking the unsubscribe link at the bottom of the mail and not only did it work but down descended angels bringing peace, chocolate and everyone lived happily ever after.

Either that or it sent me to a flash driven page asking me to login to the account. Since we know that the continued overuse of flash is proof that heaven lost Armageddon, all the angels are dead and I am now living in my own highly personal hell on earth, I’m going to say it’s safe to conclude that the second hypothesis is likely true.

The battle begins.

Attempting to guess what credential I used on the site I ended up getting “The format of your password is invalid” errors which is a pretty amusing (from the point of view of a sadist) roadblock when there is no indication whatsoever what the correct password format it.

So instead I attempt a password recovery figuring it’s an easy way to get my details again. Supplying the email in the first step makes it asks what town my mother was born in, which is pretty interesting considering that I don’t have even the slightest idea without lifting the phone and asking her. What makes this step even more enjoyable apart from the overwhelming feeling of “WTF, I HAVE NO IDEA?!” is that the interface takes the time to point out that I only have three attempts on me.

I’m not entirely sure what happens after three attempts since it fails to inform you of anything except how blatantly wrong you are when you guess, even at the 71th attempt. I am however hoping that too many failed attempts results in the brutal and gory death of something cute, preferably baby seals.

Realizing I was a fool thinking it would be possible to do anything constructive in their web system, I instead spend a few minutes figuring out that the registration email came from an entirely different email domain. Success!.. in so far that I got my username.

Now I go back to figure out the well guarded secret of the password policy, hoping there will be a hint at it during the registration process. I click on register then create trial account and since it seems like they were confused by the ambiguous request to register a trial account, I now get the privilege of clicking on yet another create trial account. Thankfully they did not put the input password field until after the step where you type in where you live, what your name is, your gender and all those other things we all answer truthfully. These extra moments I got to spend with their web system brought me endless amounts of joy as I read the suggestion box telling me I can put 00000 as my postal code if I don’t have one.

Finally it turns out the mystical and well guarded password policy was 8-19 characters with 2 digits. At this point I realize that if it had been a non-flash login then the password could’ve been saved in an old Firefox profile backup, but who would want to use the web in easy-mode, not me that’s for sure. I spend another couple of minutes going through every password I can remember but after far to many defeats it’s time to cut your losses, put up a white flag in the form of a Gmail filter that sends WAR for permanent delete.

What could be seen as another wonderful experience amongst this as if it wasn’t enough already might be that either me or tumblr decided to drop the previous writeup I had of this. However since I’ve had alcohol between rewriting this and the post disappearing I’m willing to take the blame but I’m watching you tumblr! Grr.

I’m going to go cry and cut myself a little now until I feel better.