Crazy isn't actually contagious... right?
So, Dad has decided to "throw down the gauntlet" (his words--seriously. It's too damn stupid to make up) and declare that my room must be spotless by the end of the week (and anyone who knows my housekeeping in my personal spaces knows perfectly well that ain't ever gonna happen) or he will shut off all electricity to my room.
Right.
But it gets better! Among the things he declares I need to do in this clean-up are to throw out my bedding (not launder, mind you, dispose of entirely) and--get this--get rid of my beloved desktop and scanner/printer.
That's right, my beloved desktop computer that I've had for years and that I still use on a nearly daily basis, he wants me to throw out. Keep in mind that this is a man who can barely type or use the internet without someone standing over him telling him what, where and how to click, and tends to think most modern everyday technology is utterly evil (hardly a day goes by in this house where he doesn't rant about what horrible nasty plagues on society things like email, smartphones, texting and, GODS FORBID, gaming are)--and yet insists he's "not stupid" about computers. He thinks I can just copy everything over and it'll be fine. Yeah... Not that simple.
Sure, that's acceptable enough for FILES, but not such an awesome idea when it comes to various programs, which generally require, oh, I don't know, INSTALLATION rather than just being copied over. My Adobe Premiere and Photoshop in particular come to mind, being my most-used programs on that machine. Sure, there are newer versions I could get, but these are programs costing hundreds of dollars--money I DO NOT HAVE to spare.
So, whatever, you say out there--just take the old disks and reinstall to a different machine! Easy peasy! Well, no. Not so easy, actually. See, several years ago (before Adrian was born, even), Dad went on a crazy freak-out rampage that I had less-than-legal computer stuff (the vast majority of which were various video and audio things that assorted friends had copied for me AS GIFTS, particularly to use for things like AMVs, and also a few things for games and whatnot), and went on a non-discriminant raid of nearly every disk I had. Any CD I couldn't identify in a half-second or less (which involved him grabbing and flipping it around in front of my face so quickly I could barely even get a look at it, screaming "WHAT'S THIS???") he took and insisted on seeing LITERALLY destroyed in front of me. Not just put into the trash, but actually shattered into pieces. And not everything that was a victim of this rampage was illegitimate software. So, a lot of those install disks I no longer have.
But Dad doesn't care. He insists I do not need my desktop at all anymore, and I can't have any electricity to my room at all ever again if it stays in the house. And, if, say, I put it into my car or something? I can no longer keep my car in the garage. Same goes for the printer/copier/scanner thing that came with it. Now, admittedly, the printer on that sucker has ALWAYS been wonky. I've dealt with more paper jams on that little bastard than I can remember. The scanner, however, still works perfectly fine--and that's the function that sees the most use anyway.
I told him he was being unreasonable. He retorted that I was, because, by wanting to keep my faithful machine, I am putting the ENTIRE FAMILY IN DANGER with, you guessed it, a FUCKING FIRE HAZARD. *facepalm*
So... yeah. Urge to kill rising. Again.
Right.
But it gets better! Among the things he declares I need to do in this clean-up are to throw out my bedding (not launder, mind you, dispose of entirely) and--get this--get rid of my beloved desktop and scanner/printer.
That's right, my beloved desktop computer that I've had for years and that I still use on a nearly daily basis, he wants me to throw out. Keep in mind that this is a man who can barely type or use the internet without someone standing over him telling him what, where and how to click, and tends to think most modern everyday technology is utterly evil (hardly a day goes by in this house where he doesn't rant about what horrible nasty plagues on society things like email, smartphones, texting and, GODS FORBID, gaming are)--and yet insists he's "not stupid" about computers. He thinks I can just copy everything over and it'll be fine. Yeah... Not that simple.
Sure, that's acceptable enough for FILES, but not such an awesome idea when it comes to various programs, which generally require, oh, I don't know, INSTALLATION rather than just being copied over. My Adobe Premiere and Photoshop in particular come to mind, being my most-used programs on that machine. Sure, there are newer versions I could get, but these are programs costing hundreds of dollars--money I DO NOT HAVE to spare.
So, whatever, you say out there--just take the old disks and reinstall to a different machine! Easy peasy! Well, no. Not so easy, actually. See, several years ago (before Adrian was born, even), Dad went on a crazy freak-out rampage that I had less-than-legal computer stuff (the vast majority of which were various video and audio things that assorted friends had copied for me AS GIFTS, particularly to use for things like AMVs, and also a few things for games and whatnot), and went on a non-discriminant raid of nearly every disk I had. Any CD I couldn't identify in a half-second or less (which involved him grabbing and flipping it around in front of my face so quickly I could barely even get a look at it, screaming "WHAT'S THIS???") he took and insisted on seeing LITERALLY destroyed in front of me. Not just put into the trash, but actually shattered into pieces. And not everything that was a victim of this rampage was illegitimate software. So, a lot of those install disks I no longer have.
But Dad doesn't care. He insists I do not need my desktop at all anymore, and I can't have any electricity to my room at all ever again if it stays in the house. And, if, say, I put it into my car or something? I can no longer keep my car in the garage. Same goes for the printer/copier/scanner thing that came with it. Now, admittedly, the printer on that sucker has ALWAYS been wonky. I've dealt with more paper jams on that little bastard than I can remember. The scanner, however, still works perfectly fine--and that's the function that sees the most use anyway.
I told him he was being unreasonable. He retorted that I was, because, by wanting to keep my faithful machine, I am putting the ENTIRE FAMILY IN DANGER with, you guessed it, a FUCKING FIRE HAZARD. *facepalm*
So... yeah. Urge to kill rising. Again.