I’m Poop’d
After being poop’d by @toolmantim, I’m out. (NB: If you don’t know what just happened, check out Poopin’ Rules and Caught Poopin’ for some background.) Tim had seen and remembered me tapping in my phone’s passcode and remembered it for 3 weeks before grabbing my phone in between Sinatra and Bowie at booze filled karaoke sesh. It was a pretty impressive poop that took shit to a whole new level.
The whole point of “poopin’” is to show how much information we keep on a device which is so insecure. Security is a tradeoff between convenience and risk. The convenience of being able to have all my information at my fingertips can outweigh the risk of somebody else picking up my phone. I get it.
Other than making sure I only unlocked my phone in secret, there was little I could have done to stop that poop from slipping out. For me, this is when the inconvenience outweighs the risk. Those may sound like the words of a sore loser (it was a pretty big poop) but it’s just me saying I think the joke has gone to level where I don’t want to be a part of it anymore. Convenience is greater than any percieved risk.
So, I’m taking the passcode off of my phone and I’m going to leave it casualy on tables. I’m going to let you use it to show me stuff. I’m going to borrow your phone and not poop you too.
However, be warned. If you take advantage of my trust and poop me, I’m going to flush your fancy fucking iPhone 4 down the toilet.
