The world is ending

[tsaiko]

My mother is on the internet.

You guys just don't understand.

My mother is on the internet. I am trying to direct her to safe(r) sites like Facebook with such advice as "Only friend people you know" and "Do not click every link that shows up" as opposed to letting her computer get eaten by something she caught from a wild troll while she is roaming the internet at large. Unfortunately, this means I was showing her stuff using my laptop. She then took this as permission to ask me what I was doing or to look over my shoulder whenever I was on said laptop. So I had to stick to relatively safe sites, which did not include Livejournal. I also could not do stuff like write gay porn. Needless to say, I will not be making my Nov. goal for words.

So I'll just shift that to December and see how much I can get done for that month. Maybe I'll even finish something. Now that my mother has headed home, maybe I'll get something done today. Though more likely, I'll spend most of it on the internet ordering stuff on-line for Christmas.

At least when I get home tomorrow, I'll be able to write.

Comments

[gwengwel.livejournal.com]

Give a big hug!
Hmm, a new mother on internet it's always a scary thing, more when it's our mother. Too much can go wrong.
I'm lucky because mine only go to his game site and if she's not sure about something, she ask my father.
You tell your mother to go on Facebook?! Hum, not always safe, if she found his olders schoolmates and friends or worst, his old highschool crush, you're going to lose her to the dark side. Loll!
As for not going on LJ and writing gay porn, good decision! The less your parents know, the better. Just imagin the embarrasing questions! Brrr, the horror! I think that my father think I'm virgin even thought I'm 30, married, with a child and...pregnant of the second.

[tsaiko.livejournal.com]

The reason I'm directing her to Facebook is because several of my cousins and two of her old friends are already on there. Whenever they have something to tell her, I wind up getting messages along the lines of "Can you tell your mother..." And hey, since she and my Dad have been divorced for years, an old highschool crush might be just the thing for her. :D

Yeah, I'm in my 30's and I just cannot tell my mom I write gay porn. It would be the single most awkward conversation of my life. Definitely more awkward than the "Mom, I have a girlfriend" conversation.

[m-steelgrave.livejournal.com]

Oh, my sympathies. My cousins signed my grandmother up for Facebook. She doesn't know how to friend people, and none of us are volunteering to show her. It's still rather odd when she pops up on the sidebar as a friend suggestion.

Good luck with the continued writing!

[kiyoshi-chan.livejournal.com]

Eeeeeek. I just told alice_montrose today that if my parents saw anything untoward by peeking over my shoulder I'm going to blame it all on the corrupting influence of my internet friends. XD;;; You could try that?

It's pretty hilarious how my dad once glanced at my screen and saw a (perfectly worksafe, I swear! They were dressed and looked very girly) wallpaper of some Hoshino Lily art and went "ARE YOU LOOKING AT GAY PORN". I was kind of left staring at the screen going "you think THIS is gay porn?!"

*cough* Anyway, hope that amused you. XD

[theotherdibbler.livejournal.com]

Heh, my dad walks in on me online and asks me if I'm 'looking at porn again' - he thinks he's joking. XP

[mechante-fille.livejournal.com]

*grins* My mom's been online for years, but she really has no interest in anything but shopping and being able to look things up easily.

Wow, more writing in December! You go, girl. You've written a lot lately. I fully plan to go through and read it all eventually. Unfortunately WIPs have been mostly not possible for me lately. Not because I have attitude about them, but because I've been too scattered to file them in my memory in any sort of organized or retrievable fashion. *sigh*

[tsaiko.livejournal.com]

The goal was to get moving on several things, which I did accomplish. I didn't actually finish anything, but that's okay. That is my plan for December. Then you may feel free to catch up. :)

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

*laughing hysterically*
My sister allowed our mother on her computer. The thing asked her if she was sure she wanted to delete and she chose 'yes'.
With her job and other activities.. took my sister a week to get the internet connection back.


You got away lucky. But... *HUGS*

[tsaiko.livejournal.com]

Story time: My mom had just gotten her computer and managed to forget the password to get into the operating system within two days of setting it up. She couldn't log in at all. So my sister tries for a couple of hours to get into it. No dice. They finally have to call Dell and manage to convince them to send a service tech to reset the operating system.

Later that night, my sister gets a phone call. "I finally remembered my password! It was *reallyobviousword*123."

I thought my sister was going to kill my mother.

[amatsubu.livejournal.com]

*LOL* I was like that when I was in Denver at my aunts house and we couldn't break the password on their wireless network and I was forced to use her laptop until my mom finally couldn't take it anymore and went and bought a patch cable so that we could direct link up instead. I couldn't go to ANY of my sites...That was 2 days of withdrawal!!!

Thankfully my mom knows what I do online and half the time I'm spinning my laptop around to share some yummy something WITH her!!!! *LOL*

[kayay.livejournal.com]

it's a reversal of roles. Back as a child, mom and dad protected you; they told you where the safe places were and what to watch out for. And at the store, they held your hand and made sure you didn't get lost. Later, especially with less net savvy parents, the younger generation guides the older, pointing out the safe places on the net and what dark virtual corners to avoid.

You know, it happened to me at stores too. Used to be our parents kept us herded like little ducks so we'd not wander off. Later, I was the one trying to round up dad from one department and mom from another so we could finally go home. Yet once I found one, the other wandered off.

Ah, I miss em so.