Thor, my oafish brother, may command lightning and all that, but I myself am no slouch when it comes to electricity. Especially when it involves getting the human female’s electronic gizmos to disgrace themselves without warning when the chips are down.
Tonight, the humans are playing games with some of their friends from various Big Cities to the north and south. They’ve found a website that lets one of the group who has bought a copy of one of their game bundles log in, choose a game, and then send a code to everyone else so that they can go to the website and join the same game.
It’s a neat concept. With the whole group in on a video meeting as well, it is much like a party. A weird camera-angle, lounge-in-your pajamas, eat-snacks, drink-wine, and contend-with-random-appearances-by-small-semi-naked-people sort of party.
It worked perfectly last week. I even sat in on a round. The object of that particular game was making snarky comments for other people to upvote, and I was the very clear winner. No one outsnarks me.
That was last week. Tonight, just to thwart the human female and render her even more socially inept when it comes to gaming, I have had a word with her tablet.
Ehehehehe! That is a whole lot of diddly-squat! Obviously, it does not like you.
Maybe you need to update your browser.
Maybe you need to remember your password.
Oh, you typed it in exactly as you wrote it down, ages ago?
Maybe you need to update your operating system. But right in the middle of a party is not exactly when the human male feels like doing tech support.
Guess you get to sit and watch.
I suppose you can sit in the corner and play solitaire on your phone.
Ehehehe! Until recently, the human female had a repeated number in the code that unlocks her phone. I made it so that unless she hit those two sixes at precisely the right interval it would take only one of them, and then when she hit it again, it would act as if she waited too long and error out. And, of course, I had saw to it that the open-with-a-thumbprint quit working about two days after she set that up, so that wasn’t an option either.
The other day she finally decided she’d had enough and changed her PIN. About half the time, she forgets and tries the old one, so she’s really no better off. She also reprogrammed her thumbprint-ID. There’s no denying that’s convenient. It’s amazing how sensitive that little app is!
So sensitive, in fact, that it can read a partial print when she picks up her phone just so and decide that she’s an impostor trying to gain access. And what does it do to impostors? It locks them out!
Tsk, tsk. I think there’s a deck of cards in the end table…