Ur-geek-turned-club-owner JWZ reports back from the anthropological intersection of interface cruft and old people:
…I recently got my mom a new computer.
She had been using a truly ancient Mac for a long time, and nothing worked any more. She wasn't able to get any version of Netscape newer than 2.0 installed on it, and she wasn't able to enable her ISP's spam-blocking feature, because it used an SSL page, and her copy of Netscape's root cert had long since expired. Faced with the prospects of either trying to explain this to her, or update the cert myself, I just bought her a new iMac with OSX.
She's aghast at the idea that this perfectly good computer is totally obsolete, only six years later. As well she should be. But, oh well, it is…
So today she proudly told me that she'd gotten it all figured out. She said, "now I just always save everything to `Desktop' and then I can see where it is: once I save it, I drag it to the right folder!"
Now, that's just… so wrong. But hey, she made it work. Go mom.
