Now that I am a blogger and supposedly computer literate, a blogging grandma, I think it’s only fair to share the following with you. I do not have an easy time. There are nights when I am up till 2 or 3 am fighting with my computer while trying to get an image to settle down on my blog and stop hopping about. The neighbors in our building help me with pleasure but even they are getting a bit worn out. A kid on the third floor came to help one afternoon, sat down at my desk, tapped a few keys on my laptop, and after a few seconds got up and started edging toward my front door. ‘Where are you going and what seems to be my computer problem?’ I asked. He blushed saying; ‘Well Jill, it is an i d 10 t problem.’ ‘What’s that?’ I asked innocently. ‘Well, take a pen and write down what I said.’ And with that, he fled. I took a pen and wrote exactly what I had heard him say: I D 10 T. So that was what he thought of me. IDIOT. Oh well, I wouldn’t call him again. Computers are easy for those born in today’s hi tech generation but not for people born when I arrived in the world. I think I have come a long way, but it’s all relative now, isn’t it?
In my day …
Memory was something that some older people lost with age.
An application meant a job interview.
A program was a radio show.
A ‘cursor’ was someone who used profane language. (curser)
A keyboard belonged to a piano.
A web was a spider’s home, if I am not mistaken.
A virus meant you needed a doctor.
A hard drive was a long road trip.
A mouse pad was a mouse’s home.
AND, IF a male had a three and a half inch floppy, he made sure that nobody discovered his secret!