December 1, 2010
Now I wouldn't really consider myself technologically savvy, my family however believes me to be some sort of electronical wizard of some sorts. Every minor little hiccup they have with their computers and what not, they come to me fully expecting me to work my wizardy ways. My Grandmother is really the most common offender here. Her problems are for the most part quite simple, and generally boil down to the fact that she's a 76 year old woman that has no idea how a computer works and often her problems are as simple as using the minimize and maximize, either that or reminding her that if she never closes any program she runs eventually the computer runs out of memory.
The problem is I made the mistake of fixing their minor problems, so when thhey come across major problems, like setting up and maintaining the houssehold wireless network. Thing is, and I'm being completely honest about this one here. I do not know how to fix your computer, I simply know how to fuck up mine. I do not know how every gadget in the world works, I simply know how to use the ones I own.
That being said here I present you a slightly altered retelling of when my Mother resently got a blu ray player.
