In which I rant about my greatest enemy: my parents' computer.
I would like to state for the record that my parents have only 347 MB of free space left on this piece of shit computer. I've deleted everything I had on it, and I bet you anything they're going to scream at me about how I should stop putting stuff on their computer. Hey, here's an idea! How about you get a new computer and replace this hamster-driven dinosaur? Or, hell, just buy an additional hard drive and transfer your 10,000 cruise pictures on to that!
Sorry for the rant, but my dad and I seem to have this conversation every few months when I come home:
Dad: You need to get on the computer and see what you can delete.
Me: Uh...I did that the first time you asked me. What, do you think I magically download stuff on to your computer without your or Mom's knowledge while I'm at school?
Dad: (annoyed sigh) Kate, just delete what you can.
Me: Didn't I just say nothing on there is mine anymore? You think I'd want to keep anything of substance on there? Videos and music skip like crazy; programs take forever to open. If I weren't such an internet addict, I'd never use that damn thing.
Dad: GET ON THE COMPUTER AND DELETE YOUR CRAP.
Me: ... Kill me now.
You know, when we got rid of this computer's predecessor in 1999, it had 20 free megs and couldn't handle more than one program open at a time. Yeah. I'm just waiting for this one to crash and DIE. My computer's going to be four years old in May, and it's in so much better shape now than this computer was at that age (well, aside from that whole virus thing, but we won't talk about that). I wish my parents would put more effort into keeping theirs relatively up-to-date.
Sorry for the rant, but my dad and I seem to have this conversation every few months when I come home:
Dad: You need to get on the computer and see what you can delete.
Me: Uh...I did that the first time you asked me. What, do you think I magically download stuff on to your computer without your or Mom's knowledge while I'm at school?
Dad: (annoyed sigh) Kate, just delete what you can.
Me: Didn't I just say nothing on there is mine anymore? You think I'd want to keep anything of substance on there? Videos and music skip like crazy; programs take forever to open. If I weren't such an internet addict, I'd never use that damn thing.
Dad: GET ON THE COMPUTER AND DELETE YOUR CRAP.
Me: ... Kill me now.
You know, when we got rid of this computer's predecessor in 1999, it had 20 free megs and couldn't handle more than one program open at a time. Yeah. I'm just waiting for this one to crash and DIE. My computer's going to be four years old in May, and it's in so much better shape now than this computer was at that age (well, aside from that whole virus thing, but we won't talk about that). I wish my parents would put more effort into keeping theirs relatively up-to-date.