My Explanation

Alright, I suppose an explaination is owed. A little while ago, I posted a most likely confusing and, I suppose, conceivably even insulting message. Here I quote:

“You need to watch your weight. All that bacon this morning may have put on the pounds.”

Begin explaination.

The story begins with Soleil, who is hopelessly addicted to various iPhone games. She therefore often either begs for my mom’s phone or simply steals it. To prevent this, my parents both put passcodes on their phones. Disliking the injustice, I rebelled against our tyrannical dictators and proceeded to reliably crack their codes, leaving little messages behind informing them exactly what their various combinations were.  Eventually, however, I decided to do something a little more complicated and, with the help of Soleil and Lea, created a complex path of notes for my mom to follow the next time I figured out her password. We changed her password and then told her that in order to recover use of her phone, she would need to follow our directions. All of this, of course, was under the name P.A.L. (Password Acquirer’s League). We then went even bigger and better on our next attack, giving dad a longer and more complicated path. One of the steps along the way told him to do some more blogging, prompting him to look at the blog and discover the message. (In case you’re wondering, it then led him to the scale, which then led him to both a teacup and his hat, which contained two ingenious strips of paper designed by Lea. On one was written, rather ambiguously:

“19”

Try flipping that over. On the other:

“68”

There was no sign of how they were arranged, so his password could have been 1968, 1989, 6168, or 6189. Oh, and the iPhone locks for a minute after 6 incorrect tries, which wouldn’t be horrible, except for the fact that we had intentionally put in 5 incorrect answers beforehand. It was great fun.

For most of us.