The maintenance guy had found the tower when he was replacing a part on the water-heater, which was located at the back of Alice’s bedroom closet. I wasn’t looking to steal anyone’s identity. I wasn’t on some mission to invade this poor girl’s privacy. Yup, definitely a girl’s computer, though maybe “Enid” wasn’t 90 after all, but simply the victim of parents with an unfortunate taste in names.Īt this point, I feel it’s worth noting that I am not a monster. The computer unlocked to reveal a desktop with a painting of the DC villain Harley Quinn as its background.
But first, out of simple compulsive habit, I typed “password” and hit ENTER. I turned the computer on and was greeted by a Windows XP password-entry screen for a user named “Enid.” Apparently, the original owner of this computer was a 90 year-old woman.īecause a lot of my friends are terrible people, I knew that there were ways around Windows passwords that required little more than a thumb-drive and several dubious keyword searches. I already had the remnants of a similar Dell model stashed in a closet at my place complete with a compatible monitor, A/C cord, etc. In my world that’s called “asking for it.” Apparently that’s a list that doesn’t include me though because, upon finding an old desktop computer tower hidden behind the water-heater in my girlfriend Alice’s condo, my first reaction was to bring the computer home and dig through its files.
Using computer secretly at night screen too bright how to#
It’s a bad habit that I clearly have no idea how to break, which is why my current situation should come as absolutely no surprise to anyone who’s been paying attention.
Those who’ve read my earlier posts know that I seem to find darkness wherever I go.
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