I am the first one to admit that I am not into technology. One of my sons is a computer technician, another is a software specialist, and my daughter has her multi-media course along with graphic design and my husband works with computers all day. Even my youngest who has a number of disabilities knows more about his games and computers than I do. My whole family is computer literate, but not me. I’ve never had to be. If I ever had a problem, I just had to get a member of my family to get me out of any computer jam I had gotten myself into. I am struggling in this course and this is one time they can’t help me, I’m on my own. If this sounds like I’m feeling sorry for myself…you’re darn tootin’! It is time for us computer illiterates to band together and come to blows with this cyber war. Throw your mice away, take a stand, move around the room, smell the fresh air. Liberate yourselves! Burn your bra…no wait one second there, I did that is the sixties and I’m still paying for it. They hang down to my waist now. Regardless, it is time to get back to basics. Back to when things were simpler, well maybe not simpler; we just thought they were because we didn’t have to remember as much as we do today. I’m just trying to get my two cents worth out there. I know there are people that feel the same way I do. Join the revolution!!!
Not so long ago....
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was a piano!
Memory was something that you lost with age.
A CD was a bank account
Compress was something you did to garbage not to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public you'd be in jail for awhile!
Log on was adding wood to a fire.
Hard drive was a long trip on the road.
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived.
And a backup happened to your commode!
Cut - you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue.
A web was a spider's home.
And a virus was the flu!
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper.
And the memory in my head.
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash but when it happens they wish they were dead!
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