Technology is evil

Those of you who know me know how incredibly technologically adept I am.  Or not.  So, why is it that my mother comes to me with technology questions?  Not sure.....but it's always funny after.  Here's out latest episode.

My mom calls me on the phone and then promptly says, "Hang up, I'm calling you on skype."  Ok, so now we're on the skype and having a non conversation but making sort of weird faces at each other because there's not really anything to say.  Until she decides we should try and figure out what's wrong with Fred's ipod.  So I start walking her through the steps to transfer ipod and itunes accounts, senuti, uploading, downloading, blah blah blah.  "Wait," she says, "I'm going to sign in as Fred.  But don't go away, I'll call you on his skype.  Or maybe you'll just stay here?  Or will it make you hang up?"  Well that went on for about thirty seconds until we finally hung up and she called back from Fred's skype account. But with no sound.  So here I am trying to talk her through unmuting her microphone, trying to read her lips, watching her shake her head yes she can hear me but no she doesn't see the mute icon illuminated.  Ok, so then I get the brilliant idea to call her and talk her though unmuting skype which then deafened us both because we were both on skype and speaker phone at the same time.  Cut to a few minutes later she figures out how to fix the sound, but not the video.

Ok, finally we're both seeing, hearing, and listening to each other. Good.  Ok, so now I've sent her this magic program and but to the wrong email.  Ok, whatever, we'll figure this out later, now let's get the ipod synced with this computer, ready to go.  Ok, we get it going, find the missing files, everything is good but now we need the magic computer program that of course, is on the other account, so we finally realize, now we'll just send it to this particular email.  Ok, so we got that going, opened up, we explore home sharing, wifi, uploads, downloads, blah blah, blah and now we realize, whoopsie, we really need Mom to go upstairs and plug the ipod into the other computer, get those files, then come back and use the magic program to upload those files onto the new program.  Ok, "hold on, I'm going to plug this in and then call you back when it's ready.  But while we're waiting, can you make my scanner work?"  OBVIOUSLY NOT!

Well, stay tuned, because we're only halfway through this file transfer process and I'm basically talking her through it by just making her click on every single menu option until something finally works.

This is why we should all still be making mix tapes and going to the public library for beach reading materials.