Gegen das Vergessen

Die Menschen neigen zum Vergessen. Männern wohl sogar etwas mehr als Frauen.
Vielleicht nicht vergessen, eher verdrängen... Geburtstage vergißt man eben, Ex-Freundinnen verdrängt mann.

Für vergessende Passwörter gibt es im Internet ja die "Kennwort vergessen"-Funktion.
Entweder wird das Passwort zur gespeicherten Email-Adresse geschickt oder dem Benutzer eine Erinnerungsfrage gestellt, dessen richtige Anwort nur der rechtmäßoge Benutzer kennt. (Oder besser: Kennen sollte)

Nicht so ganz auf der Seite der DHL-Packstation www.packstation.de
Wenn man dort sein Kennwort vergessen hat, muss man die kostenpflichtige Hotline (9ct/Min) anrufen, um dort diese Frage gestellt bekommen.

Ok, ich gebe es zu. Ich habe mein Passwort auch vergessen bzw. es stimmt irgendwie nicht mit dem überein, was ich mir notiert habe. Also habe ich die Hotline angerufen...
Nein, zuschicken könne man mir kein neues Kennwort, ich müsste schon die Erinnerungsfrage beantworten. "Ok, dann mal los..."
"Kosename für Sara?"
"Ähhhhhhhhhhh.................!??!!?!?!? Ja, nee, gut.... Lassen wir das..."

Merkt Euch, Jungs: NIEMALS die Freundin als Gedächtnisstütze angeben... Der Schuss kann nachhinten losgehen. Die Rache der Ex-Freundin quasi :-(

I Wish I Was A Punkrocker

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air,
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control,
And the media couldn't buy your soul,
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything.

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air,
I was born too late to a world that doesn`t care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

When popstars still remained a myth,
And ignorance could still be bliss,
And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale,
When my mom and dad were in their teens,
And anarchy was still a dream,
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail.

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air,
I was born too late to a world that doesn`t care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

When record shops were still on top,
and vinyl was all that they stocked,
and the super info-highway was still drifting out in space,
kids were wearing hand-me-downs,
And playing games meant kick arounds,
And footballers who had long hair and dirt across their face.

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air,
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

I was born too late to a world that doesn't care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair!


Lyrics by Sandi Thom from the Album "Smile, It Confuses People"