Passwords hold the key to so many things in life. Seriously, they can hold vital information, or they can protect the most useless of things. One thing is for sure though, only the person who makes the password is supposed to know what it is, otherwise, there would be no passwords.

The point of it is to protect whatever it is you are protecting.

What are some of your favorite passwords you’ve had over the years? Some of them might be from video games, others, to protect email accounts so your friends couldn’t fuck with you. I myself would love to hear some of your favorite passwords, because I am sure they are classic.

Here are some of mine:

The Car Stereo

I had a problem with the “stereo password” quite a few years ago before I switched to a CD-Player, and I couldn’t help but notice that Jim had the same problem in the last great summer of 2004.

See what happens is if the battery of the car is replaced, the stereo resets and in order to use the stereo at all again, you have to plug in the password, which is god knows what.

It could be thousands and thousands of combinations …you know, that shit you learned in math class, from this guy.

N! P! and all that nonsense.

So, Jim, without knowledge of the password, kept trying different numbers every single day for the rest of the summer. After three tries though, you were out of luck and could not try again for some time. Every time Jim picked one of us up, there was no radio to be heard at all, and this would often result in singing, loudly, and obnoxiously, by one of us.

It is a well-known fact we went the entire road trip day to White Castle without any peep from that damned stereo, and by god WE WERE GOING INSANE.

Starving, traveling from Yonkers, to Yorktown, to Nanuet with nothing to keep us entertained but the open road. We would try many, MANY different combos of numbers to make the stereo work, but to no avail. Some years later, the stereo met its match, and was demolished by the host of the game show Press Your Luck.

Danny gets a spin, Marcus gets a spin, and Tammy gets 3 spins!

Birney’s Bloopers

Keith Birney. The man. The Myth. The Meahble.

One fateful night back in high school, when America Online was hitting the streets in plastic CD form by the millions, Birney had a few of us over.

I do not remember exact details of this night, but it was definitely a classic. I believe it entailed the services of James F. Byrne, myself, Nick Rude, and one Jill Marie Paces (the ex-girlfriend of Nick Camia, for an explanation to the zubaz readers.) See Birney was very protective about his “screen name” back in the day. He was either afraid we would talk to all his buddies, or that we were going to change around his profile and shit.

So, that night, Jill went on his computer, after Birney signed off of course, but noticed a little slip of paper right next to the monitor. It read one word: “Kensing.” Ken-Sing. Ken-motherfucking-sing. What on earth did this mean?

“Hmmm … maybe this is his password to AOL,” said Jillian. While Birney was nowhere to be found, Jill went wild like the Ultimate Warrior, signing on to Birney’s screen name and going to town.

O.J.N. “One Jillian Nation”

She didn’t do too much of the dirty work though, as she just wanted to see if that was the password, instead she handed it off to Nick, Jim, and I to play around with. We basically fucked with him, changed around his profile to make it say goofy things like “I LOVE THE PRINCESS,” which was one of the girls he was “mad crushin’” at the time. All in all it was a funny time to be Husker11KB.

Ikari Warriors

I didn’t want to delve into video games again, but Jimmy convinced me to put this one in there. It was probably the simplest password/code in history.

A. B. B. A.

That was it.

Now if you have ever played Ikari Warriors you know it goes on pretty much forever, and ever. Essentially, you only do two things, shoot white pellets, or throw grenades. You can also get in a tank, or that one classic helicopter the two people always fight for.

As you might have guessed you die pretty quickly. You get three lives, and then your guys don’t come back anymore; it’s over, unless you punch in ABBA. That makes the password pretty important if you ask me.

Jim says he played the game for over four hours once, it just kept going and going, and then he beat this executive skeleton guy in a chair and he was just stuck in an empty room with nothing to do. I guess they didn’t expect anyone to ever beat it.

Poor Jim, he played it for so long with nothing to show for it.

Everyone remembers the snap bracelet craze of ’92, but what about the water snake craze of ’95.

I will leave you now with a quote to get us back into another season filled with that wacky announcer on the YES channel.

“It’s a long fly ball, to deep left field,……SEE YA!!!...A two run home run, for HIDEKI MATSUI” – Michael Kay

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