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[seiberwing]

Yesterday was, perhaps, not the best of days.

First of all my brother's come home (for good this time) and brought his roommate David with him. David is rather like my brother, but louder and more annoying. He also narrates his Pokemon battles. Mom had me put a password on the computer itself and some filtering software to make sure they couldn't look at anything nasty because while I have a gay robot fetish, my brother seems to have developed an interest in furry pronz. Problem being is that she doesn't understand it and woke me up at nine am to do the following.

Me: *zzzmurblewaffles--* *is tugged out of bed*
Mom: We need the password to the internet.
Me: It's *****, I told you.
Mom: No, to the internet.
Me: There isn't a password to the internet, it's just for changing the setting on the internet filter.
Mom: No, the internet password.
Me: *zombieshuffles over to the computer in the next room and pokes at it* Okay, so what's the problem?
Mom: I need the internet password. I brought up Internet Explorer and it didn't--
Me: *blinkblink at the computer* Mom, this is MSN Explorer. This is an instant messenger program.
Mom: So where's the internet?
Me: *eyeroll* *clicks on Mozilla Firefox* *whaddyaknow, it works* Now go away. *shuffles back to bed*

My mom is technologically useless.

Besides that, I backed into a BMW in the Borders parking lot. I was pulling out and he was pulling out and our bumpers sort of bashed each other. At least was nice about it and all, and it was only a scrap and minor dent for his car. As for mine, I'm not even sure that that scuffed paint wasn't there before. *pets her built-strong Grand Am*

So we did the exchange of info thing and Dad called up the police to send a guy down to do a report on it and then drove down himself to help out. It was all actually pretty genial and the other guy even mentioned that there was a big silver truck parked next to me that blocked both our views. Dad figures it'll be a no-fault thing and we might not even hear from his insurance company on it.

Still, frazzling. And it would be a BMW instead of a Ford Taurus or something a little less pricey.

Comments

[seienchan.livejournal.com]

"So where's the internet?"

The lament of the technologically incapable everywhere. XD; I get that stuff all the time.

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

It even had the little MSN butterfly. I hardly see how she couldn't tell it apart from IE.

[seienchan.livejournal.com]

Dad can't tell the difference between an AIM window and any page on a firefox browser unless he Stares Really Hard. It's absurd. >_O

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

O_o

Okay, my mom isn't that incompetant.

[seienchan.livejournal.com]

Dad is... yeah. He's a new stage of Can't Do Shit For Peanuts. ^^; I get phonecalls when I stay at my boyfriend's of "how to plug the USB cable in". Except of course I don't call it USB because he STILL doesn't know what that is. XD

I'm actually the only person in my family that can confidently use a computer. I get tech support calls from my cousins too. If my family were a company... I would be the computer guy. XD;

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

My dad's supposed to be the tech guy, but I did a better job installing the router than he did.

Don't get me started on plugging in David's Gamecube.

[seienchan.livejournal.com]

What's with this mass incapability between people and technology? XD I mean, even if you don't know how to use something right away, it's SO obvious to figure out! ^^;

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

Red, yellow, and white probes.

Red, yellow, and white ports on the VCR.

It's not rocket science.

[seienchan.livejournal.com]

XD XD XD ah mans, so true... I seriously don't get why people find that stuff hard. :/

Also your icon is love and win and shiny. Please know this. XD <333