I figured out my parents were dumb as hell when at age 11 I tried to calmly explain to my screaming father in the midst of an absolute meltdown that leaving the Windows 95 shutdown prompt on “restart” didn’t ruin the computer.
He just screamed at me not to touch the prompt anymore and that I didn’t know anything about it computers or the Internet. Which is rich coming from the guy who routinely downloaded porn dialers and malware from his fellow closet cases in bisexual chatrooms.
I’m pretty sure he was talking about burning a after image in the screen. My parents were similarly unhinged when the atari 2600 came out. Burn in on old CRT monitors take a really long time. Much longer than it did for TV’s in the 60’s and 70’s.
No, that was was actually a whole other incident onto itself. He didn’t know about CRT burn-in until I had to explain to him what the point of a screensaver was when he kept turning it off and leaving the monitor on all day.
He actually ruined our old Apple IIc doing that shit. We had a “>” symbol burned into the upper left corner of the screen. We ended up having to use the flat panel screen which was absolute ass to game on except for text adventures.
My dad heard something from some random person about burn in and as a result was convinced every time I turned on a console it was going to ruin the TV. He had all kinds of weird bit of false knowledge gleaned from listening to random strangers. Somehow their unsubstantiated claims about how the world works had more weight than my demonstrated ability to make things work. He would never run the AC in the car on max. Thinking it made the compressor work harder not realizing that max just closed the outside vent on the car. He hated for me to succeed and enjoyed every mistake I ever made.
I figured out my parents were dumb as hell when at age 11 I tried to calmly explain to my screaming father in the midst of an absolute meltdown that leaving the Windows 95 shutdown prompt on “restart” didn’t ruin the computer.
He just screamed at me not to touch the prompt anymore and that I didn’t know anything about it computers or the Internet. Which is rich coming from the guy who routinely downloaded porn dialers and malware from his fellow closet cases in bisexual chatrooms.
I’m pretty sure he was talking about burning a after image in the screen. My parents were similarly unhinged when the atari 2600 came out. Burn in on old CRT monitors take a really long time. Much longer than it did for TV’s in the 60’s and 70’s.
No, that was was actually a whole other incident onto itself. He didn’t know about CRT burn-in until I had to explain to him what the point of a screensaver was when he kept turning it off and leaving the monitor on all day.
He actually ruined our old Apple IIc doing that shit. We had a “>” symbol burned into the upper left corner of the screen. We ended up having to use the flat panel screen which was absolute ass to game on except for text adventures.
My father is just worst kind of stupid: angry.
My dad heard something from some random person about burn in and as a result was convinced every time I turned on a console it was going to ruin the TV. He had all kinds of weird bit of false knowledge gleaned from listening to random strangers. Somehow their unsubstantiated claims about how the world works had more weight than my demonstrated ability to make things work. He would never run the AC in the car on max. Thinking it made the compressor work harder not realizing that max just closed the outside vent on the car. He hated for me to succeed and enjoyed every mistake I ever made.