The Techie Meets Porn

I have resigned myself to the fact that my blog posts will regularly be sprinkled with stories of my grandfather in the weeks and months to come.

I just can't imagine not sharing some of it with you.

Yesterday my grandfather called to ask if I could help him with a few things around the house, errands to run, etc.  I'm pretty much his personal assistant/techie.

Although I use the techie term pretty losely.  I'm not gifted with computers, but sometimes he needs help signing into his email, which I can definitely handle.

Today we worked on transferring email addresses.  My grandfather has had a prodigy address about as long as there has been email to have.  That's really not an exaggeration either.

Somehow in the process of transferring his contacts (or maybe it happened sooner, without my presence) his computer contracted a virus, or 34.

Suddenly the virus software was asking to be updated to save the computer and I couldn't access a single website.

Yahoo! was dangerous.  Or so said the software.  Maybe that was part of the virus though.

The virus culminated with a pornography pop-up coming on screen, without any encouragement from me--might I add.

That was the point when I realized that it was time to shut it down and walk away.  Nothing like viewing a pornography website with your grandfather to make you walk away.

I think it's time to call in the big guns.  Although I have no idea who that might be.

From the computer crisis we moved on to bigger and better things (i.e. The Dollar Tree and Office Depot), where the real work happened.

I realized today that I'm not looking forward to the jello that seems to be prevalent in retirement homes.  Especially if it's going to have raisins and shredded carrots in it.

Gross.