I got to watching the Jazz/Timberwolves game and almost forgot to call my stepmother and wish her a happy birthday. A friend of hers had came over and showed her how to do some things with her computer. For example, my sister had emailed her some photos zipped but my stepmother didn't know how to open them. My dad had bought her a digicam which she also didn't know how to use but does now, I think. My father won't touch the computer at all. When he worked at PG&E he had a company email address which I don't think he ever used. I won't mention how many years it took to convince him to even get an answering machine. My dad, the technophobe.