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Jun. 18th, 2008 08:53 pmMy mom... I swear to god, my mom...
I am going to force-enroll her in Computing 101. I am going to hack her MCC account and sign her up and sell a kidney for the fees if I have to.
She just came out to use the old crappy computer that still runs Win95, and which she hates, to check her e-mail. We had her set up on that briefly while her laptop was being repaired. It turns out her laptop isn't receiving it, because she doesn't have her password programmed into Thunderbird on that account and couldn't remember it.
Easy enough, though, I could just pull it off the crappy computer. As I was starting Thunderbird to do exactly this, she suddenly pointed at the screen.
"There! See, 'Inbox', my computer won't get that!"
Horror overtakes me. Visions dance in my head of Mom somehow managing to delete her inbox. Deeply aggravated and confused, I go to inspect her laptop.
Turns out all she means is it's not receiving new mail. Which, of course, I know.
So I go back to the crappy computer to pull up her password, and call her to come watch so she can see how to do it. I explain that we're going to get her password.
"Why can't we do it on my laptop?" she asks.
*head x desk otp 4eva*
I am going to force-enroll her in Computing 101. I am going to hack her MCC account and sign her up and sell a kidney for the fees if I have to.
She just came out to use the old crappy computer that still runs Win95, and which she hates, to check her e-mail. We had her set up on that briefly while her laptop was being repaired. It turns out her laptop isn't receiving it, because she doesn't have her password programmed into Thunderbird on that account and couldn't remember it.
Easy enough, though, I could just pull it off the crappy computer. As I was starting Thunderbird to do exactly this, she suddenly pointed at the screen.
"There! See, 'Inbox', my computer won't get that!"
Horror overtakes me. Visions dance in my head of Mom somehow managing to delete her inbox. Deeply aggravated and confused, I go to inspect her laptop.
Turns out all she means is it's not receiving new mail. Which, of course, I know.
So I go back to the crappy computer to pull up her password, and call her to come watch so she can see how to do it. I explain that we're going to get her password.
"Why can't we do it on my laptop?" she asks.
*head x desk otp 4eva*
