Difficulties in cyberspace

Worse, we’re doing this by e-mail.

It is worse because he e-mails me things like, “Yeah.  Ya gotta get in behind it if you wanna change the background colour.  You know?  That’s, like ‘admin’ dad!”

“Right”, I say, “admin.  Of course.  Gotta get behind it.  Right!”

I call out to Sally upstairs.  “Hey, Sal, Ben wrote and told me to ‘get behind it’.  What does that mean?”

“Dunno.  Gonna ask him?”

“Not yet.  I’m afraid to.  You know how he is.  He thinks I should figure it out.  He thinks it is good for me.  Sorta like when I was his dad and I’d say, ‘figure it out, son.  It’s good for you!  Well, this is payback.  ‘Big time’.  Damn his vengeful little heart!”

I am starting to think I will have to take an IT degree or something to earn back my status as the dad, ya know?  Right now, I am the doofus and I have been for quite awhile.  It’s starting to look like a permanent position.  I can’t let on that I haven’t a clue as to how to ‘get behind it’ or I may get further demoted to imbecile or something.  I’ll bet everybody under forty knows how to get behind it but me.  

“You wanna ask him?” 

“No way!  When it comes to computers, he just yells at me too.  I am also afraid.  Very afraid.  At least you don’t look scared.  I start to shake.  I’m thinking of going back to pen and paper, myself.” 

This is crazy!  I am NOT afraid.  I am gonna ask him what he means.

E-mail: “Ben, this is your dad.  Ya know……….I was well, getting ready to get behind it, ya know and, well, I don’t really know how to do that.  What exactly do you mean?” 

“Oh yeah, right.  I gotta make you an administrator. (tap tap tap in the background) There!  That’s done it.  Should be able to get there now.  Gotta go……….” 

“Hey, Sal.  That wasn’t so bad.  Seems I didn’t have a ‘get behind it’ pass but Ben just made me one so I am good to go.” 

“That’s great! He yell at ya?” 

“Nah.  He was great.  Abrupt but great.” 

And so I go to the new website.  I look around a for a button to click.  Any button.  Anything.  I can’t find a way in.  

“Hey Sal.  Still can’t find a way in.  I can’t write to my new blog!” 

“You gonna call Ben and ask him?” 

You crazy!  He’ll yell at me!”