My mom has been sitting by me and peeking at my entries so I didn’t want to post this yet. Though a couple of my friends know some of it. I’m also making this friends only just on the off chance she swings on over to LJ and tries to read my journal. Normally I wouldn’t care, but this one is… well different.

Now first and foremost. I want to say I love my parents and am glad they are giving me a roof while we are in this transitional period. Now onto the gripe fest and musings.

OK… now I know I posted about the XBox thing. Now here’s another thing done recently. You’ll understand in a bit why I’m posting this. My parents have cable. *YUCK* by Adelphia. Along with that they have cable modem. *Yay, high speed!* Well not only does their cable not come in well but they have issues with the net as well. So they constantly have people over “fixing” it. I personally wonder if it is just cable. HAHA… I know bad me. Anyway, so one of the techs seemed fairly knowledgable and told my parents he thinks it is their server. See my mom, she won’t keep her software updated and is on a gazillion email lists (yes Jecka, maybe more than you were on!) and gets a bazillion emails a day and was constantly infested with viruses. Also because my dad couldn’t get a router all that time ago when he set up the network, he has a server. All the computers go off of that. Well this guy seemed to believe that the server was pinging yadda yadda… anyway. So apparently you can have a router and multiple computers but not a server and multiple users. I guess some people were actually using servers and then charging their friends and family to ring and use their cable modem. So mom decides to go out and buy a router hoping to fix this. So she hauls Sir Megabyte so that she can make sure she gets the right thing. So they come home with a wireless router and that made Dad mad. He still has her computer and his computer go through the server. Sir Megabyte’s goes through the router. As does my laptop when I come and jack it in. Dad refuses to turn on the wireless even though we can totally lock it down to the MAC addresses and turn on WEP and make it secure.

OK, so this week mom and I went to the cable company because she wanted to make sure she paid her bill since she was sick and she forgot. While there I asked if they had DVR boxes. Turns out they do and it costs an extra five bucks a month. Well that’s a heck of a lot cheaper than running out and buying TiVo. So I ask mom if she thinks it would be OK to get one and I even offered to pay for it. Well she definately liked the idea since their boxes you can record two programs while watching a third. This meant that her conundrum of three shows on at once she wants to watch is now over. Also she will no longer have to worry about Dad totally comandeering the TV and her missing her all important Antiques Roadshow and etc. She gets annoyed because he does not let her watch what she wants. No longer will she have to worry about that. So we picked it up and brought it home and in under five minutes we had the thing up and running and programmed for Roadshow coming on that night. What took us the longest was actually getting it plugged into the electricity outlet! LOL.

So apparently Dad was irate. And ranted about how we are “forcing” all this “stuff” that “they didn’t want.” I think that translates to “stuff he doesn’t want”. I think he feels a loss of control. But you would not think it was technophobia since he’s the one with battery back up and more computer parts than I can count right now and he builds computers and has the dual processor and was always into getting the newest and coolest gear. If I’m a techno geek I blame it on HIM. I grew up in a house with computers which doesn’t say much now but considering I graduated high school in 93, that says a lot! LOL… Anyway….

Not a clue what the deal is. But I do know on Sunday I tried to bring my laptop and patch cord down to the living room and he got testy. So right now I’m trying to only do laptop stuff while he is not around. So that means daytime and nights after he goes to bed. Of course that means that Friday-Sunday I’m outta luck because he’s off those three days. *SIGH* That drastically limits my time doing email, checkbook, journaling, and etc. *SIGH*