In a random burst of childhood nostalgia, undoubtedly brought out by cleaning and organizing boxes in the garage, I decided to visit my old Neopet "creme_puf". That's pronounced "kreem poof", like it's Russian or something. Anywho, upon visiting the newly revamped neopets site, I found that security had been hiked up to a painfully impossible high. Seriously, no one was getting through that login process. Needless to say, I was thwarted by the combination password and birthday verification (I lied back in the day to get on neopets when I wasn't 13 yet), and the little icon of creme_puf snarled at me. No lie, they have a little picture of the neopet all angry, like it's supposed to deter hackers from getting to your neopoints. Oh shit man that 4-eared cat is growling at me, I better rethink my evil ways. For those who don't know, my neopet is a yellow cat with two regular ears, and two additional ears sprouting on antennae on the top of her head. She's an "Aisha", and she was a magnificent beast.
Since I was shunted from logging in to what was rightfully mine, memories of time spent on neopets (I didn't have many friends as a child) came flooding back to me. The most important being when my mom's frugal genes kicked in and I put every neothing I owned into my safety deposit box like a time capsule, so that years later when I was 20 and bored I could come back and gaze upon my neogreed with pride. So much time was spent hoarding and hoarding, snatching things from the Giving Tree, and spinning the fairy wheel and winning prizes, grabbing the free omlette every day, going on quests for evil witches and wise old trees. And now I am back to reap the rewards.
Wrong. Now that I've entered my birthday wrong three times, they won't let me try again till tomorrow.
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