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Ease and frustrations brought about by “my computer”

By Kaare Askildt

            It appears that my four-year-old granddaughter knows more about computers and “tablets” than me.  She grabs the mouse, scrolls up and down, moving the cursor and clicks on her icon; amazing.

That brought me back to when Marion and I owned Market Place Insurance and added a printer to each staff office. The techie hooked them all up and left. Later that day I tried to print a report, but nothing happened. I checked all the connections, turned the printer off and on and I even gave it a slap; still nothing. I called the techie and asked him what kind of junk he had sold us, as my printer did not work. The techie calmly listened to my frustrated diatribe and when I finished he quietly asked me if I had put paper in the printer. Oops.

My son Justin brought me a wireless mouse, and installed it on my laptop. It worked really well close to the laptop so I decided to check out the range. I took the mouse and moved to the dining room table, turned the laptop on my desk so I could see the monitor from my throne at the table, put the mouse on a pad moved the cursor around, nothing. Then I scrolled both up and down, as well as clicking both left and right buttons, still nothing. I called Justin and told him that the mouse he had installed had no range. Justin calmly listened to me, and then told me that it was a wireless mouse, not a remote.

Spell check: what an aggravating feature. It seems that the laptop knows better than me how to spell certain words, and I normally heed the suggestions, but there are times when I just click on the Add to Dictionary button. My laptop dictionary has been greatly expanded. Part of the spell check feature is also suggesting deletion of “excess” words (i.e: really well; suggesting that I leave out really). Really? How else does one emphasize? And of course, the grammar feature: my English grammar is pretty good, so the grammar corrections only come up about 100 times each time I write a short story.

Google thinks that I am old and forgetful. Whenever I prepare an email and before I send it, Google will ask if I also intended to add a couple of more addressees. It frustrates me to no end. Of course, if I wanted to send the mail to those suggested, I would have included them in the first place. I totally ignore the suggestions. Well, that’s not quite true. I did use some of the suggested names a couple of times as I had indeed forgotten, but so what?

Our newly-acquired iPad or tablet has the Autocorrect feature on it, but I didn’t know that. Just recently I was “chatting” with my nephew Lt.-Col. Jan Erik Askildt of the Royal Norwegian Air Force, who is currently serving as a Norwegian NATO representative in the US.  I wrote a long “chat” to him, and without checking, I hit send. Then I looked at what I had sent, and that’s when I learned that the tablet has Autocorrect.I had to send another “chat” correcting the corrections that Autocorrectcorrected.  Next time I’ll write in Norwegian and see how the Autocorrect handles that. Don’t mess with us seniors.

Of course, with today’s new-fangled cell phones, texting has become the latest fad of communication. Time-saving acronyms that refer to a combination of words have become internationally recognized.

Ole and Hilde’s daughters Inger and Cathy had been texting extensively for a couple of years. Hilde just got her phone and got a text from her son Baard at the University of Saskatchewan. In an answer to Hilde’s last question and before ending the communication, Baard sent the following message: “IDK, LY, TTYL.”

Hilde asked Ole if he knew what that meant, but Ole didn’t know, so she asked Cathy.

“I don’t know, love you, talk to you later,” Cathy said.

“Oh really?” said Hilde, a bit upset. “I’ll ask your sister Inger then.”

Morten sat on the bench in the shelter waiting for a bus early one frosty January morning.  A middle aged woman wearing a thick parka and a toque sat next to him. She was in deep concentration while trying to text on her phone. With a sigh, she looked at Morten and said, “I make a lot of mistakes when I try to text in cold weather.”

Morten smiled at her, nodded knowingly and said, “Well you know, it could be a sign of typothermia.”

Line phoned tech support and said, “I’m not able to connect to the Internet.”

Tech support sighed and asked, “Oh, OK, what operating system are you running?”

“Explorer,” answered Line.

“No, no,” said the techie. “What version of Windows are you using?”

Line, in a tentative voice, answered, “Hmm, uh, Toshiba?”

“No, no,” said the techie. “Right click on My Computer, then select ‘properties’ on the drop-down menu.”

Line, СƵ a bit confused, said, “Huh! Your computer?  This is my computer, and I can’t see your computer.”

The techie, getting rather frustrated, said: “No, no, click on My Computer on your computer.”

Line, getting very confused, said in a loud voice, “how the heck can I click on your computer from my computer?”

The techie is now totally frustrated and said, “There is an icon labelled ‘My Computer’ on your computer, right click on it.”

Line, getting very angry, said, “What the heck is your computer doing on my computer?”

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