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

[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.