Do your parents not understand technology? Do they ask you stupid questions? Do they send you absurd text messages? Do they use words like "MyFace,""SpaceBook,"or "The World Wide Web?"
If you've got an example of your Parents Just Don't Understanding, submit it here!
And thank God we'll never be as dumb as they are!
Every time my mother gives out her email address after she she says her username she always says, "The next part is 'at' now when I say at, I mean the little "a" with the circle around it not the word."
Amy Martin, Waterford Institute of Technology
I was on the phone and my mom started screaming my name from the next room so I hung up and ran to see what was wrong. I found her staring at a Word document, freaking out because she had cut and forgotten how to paste. She asked me to fix it quickly or the computer would forget what she had cut.
Whenever my mom buys a new CD she asks me to burn her three copies of it so that she can have one copy in the kitchen, one copy in her bedroom, one copy in the car, and one copy at work. She has an iPod.
My dad spent $60 on the new call of duty, and called me to find out where he could download an xbox 360 online.
My father spent several days loading his iPod with the songs he wanted. His method of uploading them? Plugging his iPod in and pressing play on the playlist. He called me after it was done playing all 1000 songs to ask me why it didn't work.
My anthropology professor assigned a term paper that is due on the last day that our school is open. She was asked whether we could submit the paper via email, as some people were planning on leaving campus early for winter break, and she replied that if the whole class (about 40 students) all emailed her the paper on the same day her computer would crash, therefore we must submit paper copies. She did say, however, that we were free to mail her hardcopies.
Dan M, Brown
My mom was screaming for joy when a popup announced she won a $100,000 prize for being the 1,000,000 visitor to the website.
Christine N, UWO
One night in class my professor gave us all a CD of his Powerpoints for the semester. At the beginning of next week's class an older gentleman in the course became upset over the fact that the CD did not work in his car radio, and even more upset over the fact that neither I nor the professor could stop laughing.
My mom asked me to send her one of my eight invitations to Google Wave. I sent one to her and she declined because she "thought it was the same as igoogle, and she hates igoogle."