Word: password
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...when Carey challenges Broderick to a joust that we see the stormy seas of psychosis on the horizon? Was it when he plays "Dirty Password"--"The adult version of the popular game show"--with Broderick's mother and girlfriend? Or how about the time he sets Broderick up with a girl who later turns out to be a prostitute? Really, there are so many warning signs that our friend The Cable Guy is one big psycho...
...will organize a merry game of porno Password with your parents, supply you with a prostitute when you're horny, beat up a rival trying to make time with your estranged girlfriend. Beware the cable guy bearing gifts. Indeed, beware anyone emerging out of the hostile anonymity of modern city life who is too anxious to assuage your anomie. If bitter experience has taught our paranoia anything, it's that excesses of accommodation are all too often aggression's most winsome disguise...
...Harvard account (which I have because of my work with the Council for Responsible Genetics) was broken into by someone who had seen me type in my password, and although my Harvard account is rarely used for personal communication, such is the nature of Dan's and my correspondence that whenever one of us are faced with a means of communication, we seize upon...
...Kaczynski's arraignment, as the Freemen opened negotiations with lawmen, I was driving cross-country from New York. By the ominous tones of the radio talk jocks broadcasting from their coastal outposts, I half expected bands of crazed militiamen to stop me at the border. After demanding a password (Justus), they'd search my car for treasonous articles: heavy-metal or rap tapes, condoms, crack, high school textbooks that mention evolution. Once I was checked through and free to go, the men would give a crisp salute before proceeding to open fire on an oncoming Volvo with California plates...
...Level 6. I tell him where I'm stuck, a place that looks like a fever-dream parking garage in which I'm pinned down by a pair of lethal skeletons. The Wad Master nods thoughtfully, then gives me a closely guarded five-letter password that, when typed, will bring me every weapon and secret key. I will be a Doom god. In the elevator back to my office, my fingers twitch...