I found out not long ago that my mother, who does quite a lot of her work on a computer, didn't know how to drag files around or about any right-click options.
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Screen shots confuse me. But that's about it.
It's the day before last of the intensive summer semester of math and stats and economics, and my body is celebrating with a nasty virus that's forcing me stay in bed. Damn you, body. I did not survive many hours of mumbling math genius professor for this.
I have seriously suggested to some of my doctors that they hire a scribe to follow them around and do their computer work. They are not trainable.
Oh Shir, health~ma.
They choose not to be trainable, Laura.
Sophia would make a good Penelope Garcia, I think. It's the role you were born to play!
My mother never graduated above electric typewriter.
Timelies all!
First day of Worldcon. The place is packed. We were unable to get into a panel Hippocampus was moderating because the room was full.
Mom would let us show her pictures on the computer, and she would skype with the grandkids, but she wouldn't actually go so far as to touch the keyboard. Step-dad was into it for a bit, but after the last virus he got (oh there were many), he tossed the laptop in the garbage and refuses to try again.
I get it for people of a certain age, but younger people I may judge. My customers are well educated doctors and nurses, and too great a percentage of them would never consider exploring beyond what I teach them in excruciating detail. Then others will click every single thing, which is both good and bad.