Hmm. Just tested one of my passphrases on howsecureismypassword dot net. The result: 1 septendecillion years. That's a new one on me.
And you're right Cat and others. If my secret gets out after I'm dead, it can't hurt me. I'm mostly worried about surviving family and a handful others who have a certain amount of respect for me. (There are some. Really!)
I kind of doubt that anyone is going to spend a lot of computer time to reveal several hundred images of animal genitalia and a handful of wank stories that are scattered all over the Web, anyway. Especially when they belonged to some dead guy.
As far as notifying the community goes, I'm reminded of a scene from Dances With Wolves where Dunbar and Timmons encounter a bleached human skeleton out on the prairie. Timmons: Folks back East is sayin', "Why don't he write?"
