My Dad spends most of his time in Mexico, he is about to head back down, never to return (as he claims). I am spending a few days with him and when I say spending I mean doing his computer maintenance. Each time he sees me he bombards me with computer questions. They are the same questions over and over. They all surround things he broke on his computer, or things he downloaded by accident.
As I take this picture, he’s talking about the internets. Ah, the internets.