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Saturday, January 29, 2005
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Never look a gift horse in the mouse

Ms. Phynerk's Dad is 82 and lives down in New Orleans. Several years ago he got a 'free' computer when he bought a new pickup truck. This PC's been sitting around his house now for years until recently he decided he wanted to "compute". So Matthew spent a month a few nights ago trying to get this old box to even be able to connect to the internet. I mean, it is a real 'screamer' with Windows98 and low RAM, etc, etc. So I said all that to say this. If you'll be honest 'back in the day' there was a time when you were totally ignorant about computers. You remember some of the dumb things you did. Well, seems like Ms. Phynerk's Dad has been spending some of his time on his computer using a "program" called 'Control Panel' ( that sound you just heard was Matthew jumping under his bed and pulling the carpet over him). We got a call from Ms. Phynerk's Dad today asking for some help with a few 'problems' he was having. I only wish could I relay to you the end of the phone call I heard. It was a riot. Seems there's another thing Ms. Phynerk's Dad recently purchased. It's a cell phone with one of those plans with unlimited-anytime-anywhere minutes. Seems like we'll be in the Tech Assistance business for a while.



Phynerk


 
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