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Old People and Computers

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They are really cute.
Ish could tell ya
if he were here
Boy that ISH!

Its really cute (and sad) when some old person is like trying to tell you that he/she couldn't get onto the internet and it was right there on the bottom this whole time.
Or when thier grandchildren mess with thier settings and they say things like, "My email kept going to so and so and I couldn't figure out who it was"
"and I spent an hour just figuring out how to log on"

Or something like that.

I feel really bad
and I'm sure I've been there at one point once.
 
You're lucky to get that much out of them. "Can I visit this person's email address?" is one of my frequently annoying questions.

Websites and email addresses are different things! How many times?
 
They're constantly confused by why the keys on the keyboard aren't in alphabetical order. Tee hee!
 
My mom can't even get the hang of double clicking and the mouse. I got too frustrated the last time I tried to teach her how to use a computer. Doesn't matter now anyway, her eyesight is too bad to use it anyway unless she puts it on the old people mode where the screen and font is rediculously huge.
 
Now you're just going to piss me off when I start thinking about old people and computers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just smile and nod instead of trying to or offering to fix it. THEY ARE ALWAYS GETTING VIRUSES TOO! AND THIER COMPUTERS SMELL LIKE PEE.
 
Like pee?
 
Yes, like pee. Old people often mistake computers for "new fangled turlets"
 
They're annoyingly innocent, falling for every scam email and clicking on every "free security scan" advert and then complain that the internet is too dangerous.

It's like wandering out into the middle of a busy motorway and complaining that "something should be done about all these cars" as you narrowly miss being creamed.

STOP! If a random Menty came up to you in the street and offered you a free iPod in exchange for all your personal details, would you do it? Or would you ask a few questions first?
 
My uncle actually believes all that music is free!
 
Well it's not!
 
my mom can't even complete a sentence when she's talking about her computer. She kind of just fades out in the middle somewhere.
 
My oldest brother still tries to use the keyboard as if it's a manual typewriter. I think he's still trying to grasp the concept of highlighting text with the mouse.

My sister's husband gave her a notebook PC for Christmas, but he didn't set it up for her (he's a security systems designer who knows his stuff). I spent Christmas Day taking off all the garbage apps, loading all the cool stuff, installing all the software he bought her to go with it, configuring her Skype, transfering all her personal files and bookmarks from her work computer, and setting up the taskbar and start menu, so she can easily find things and save downloaded files to a folder instead of her root drive.

I'm her favorite.
 
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I was going to try to explain these, but let me just say it is really fun explaining to someone over the phone what their desktop is, and how to open a folder. I assumed they knew more than that.

The other thing that was fun was watching them open their business facebook, seeing someone's name and saying, "I don't know them" "I know" I said.
And then they clicked on that person's name-which brought up that person's page-which brought up that person's friends. And this is what was said, "Who are all of those people? I don't know them either"

Then of course he clicked on the pic of the girl in a bikini.
 
My mom wants to get on Facebook. She doesn't even understand about clicking on links or how to use a mouse.

Plus she's a strict Catholic and I don't need her telling my FB friends and me how naughty and sinful we are.
 
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