Defenestration prevented

Went to Bob's today. I fixed the issue with his monitor. I just had to press the auto config button and it centered the screen.

His computer was sitting there and the CPU fan was just howling away. Every time I go over there Juno is maxing out the CPU. I found that when he goes to the web using juno, the juno start page loads ads and who know what other crap and never shuts down when he goes back to email. Eventually causing the computer to become unusable.I had to redirect my.juno.com to 127.0.0.1 so that it cannot be accidentally accessed.

I placed a reminder note on his monitor to tell him that he should not use Juno WEB and to use firefox.

His printer was out of paper and he did not know how to add paper to it, so he did not try. I added paper and put a note on the printer showing where the paper tray is.

His TV had lost channel 7.2 metv I had to rescan and read everything and then go back and remove all the channels he would never watch.

Last thing was that he had a DVD that would not play at a certain point. I noted scratches on the DVD, he stated that it always had scratches, but I cannot confirm it. I took the DVD home and polished it, it gets further but still hangs up, I also found out that it is a bootleg copy.

When I had fixed all the computer problems Bob stated "you see that windows over there", "I can open that window and there is just a screen", "because of the computer problems I though about throwing myself out that window". ಠ_ಠ

I said "that seems like a permanent solution to a temporary problem". Really? first world problems? His computer doesn't work right so he thought about killing himself? ಠ_ಠ

Even More Computer issues, only they're not

Bob came over for thanksgiving dinner today. He parked all the way on the next street over just so his truck would be in the shade I will repeat that, HIS TRUCK COULD BE IN THE SHADE!, then walked to our house.  ಠ_ಠ

We tried to explain that he has to walk in the heat to get there and back, but he responded "it's not that bad". ಠ_ಠ He then complained several times at dinner about how hot it is. ಠ_ಠ

Bob was again complaining that he could not get to his bank website. He had ignored my instructions (or forgot), on how to do it using firefox. I asked him how he gets to his website and he told me to do it through juno (I paraphrased that, he took longer to explain it) This time I created desktop Icons to the websites he needs to get to. Since trying to get him to follow simple instructions is near impossible.

He repeated 3 times that he was having trouble getting to his bank website and each time tried to tell me to get to it through juno. Then he needed to see a check he wrote, I got in and showed him the check. Closed out and he said he needed to see the same check again. ಠ_ಠ

Finally I printed it, but he stated that the printer was off, it seems to be on as windows reported it printed. He adamantly stated that that was not possible as he turned the printer off, something I told him not to do. ಠ_ಠ

I told him to look on his printer when he gets home, and if the page did not print, to call me.

My Wife walked him to his car, and he stated that "he wished he had never come back to Phoenix." Completely forgetting that he almost died in the hospital and that the social workers almost did not let us take him back to Phoenix, and if they had seen his apartment they would not have let him go there either.

More computer issues

Bob stopped by today. He reported that he could not get to a website that he buys books from. After getting in to his computer remotely I noted that he had misspelled the website name. I then spelled it right and it worked. His response "I hope you're right, but will it work on my computer?", We are on your computer. "oh".

Bob then brought the subject of whether or not his mom saw the statue of liberty when she came to America. Who knows if she did, since I don't know for certain she came in through ellis island. I looked up when the statue of liberty was finished and it was way before his mom came over. To blow his mind, I pulled up the manifest from the ships that she had come over on. Once when she was 9 and again when she was 21. Then to totally make his head explode I pulled up the house she used to live in using google earth.

Theresa who?

Bob seems to like dropping weird bomb shells on me. He may not be doing it on purpose but he does it a lot. I don't know sometimes if his information is correct or not since there is often no way to prove otherwise.

Case in point:
This morning while on the way to Social Security to get some information on why they are still taking money out of his account for child support when the case is closed and he owes nothing. He asks me if I remember a 14 year old foster kid that he and mom had named Theresa.

I do not remember any foster kid we had that was 14 years old, and certainly not one named Theresa. He insists that there was one, but could not tell me when.

A couple years ago he stated that when he moved here from Illinois that his mother told him to go in her bedroom under the bed and get the Stradivarius violin they owned and destroy it. ಠ_ಠ

"A Stradivarius", I said "you had a Stradivarius?", "well yeah", he said "but the cat pee'd on it and it was ruined so mom had me destroy it."

Did his mom have a Stradivarius? Very likely not. We'll never know.

Indian Giver

Today Bob and I went to my nephews and his girlfriends new apartment. I brought with me a bag of t-shirts from a large collection that Bob had been carting around. Bob does not wear printed t-shirts, he only wears undershirts and dress shirts.

At one time he had about 20 or 30 printed t-shirts with fire trucks and trains on them. When we moved him, we went through them and threw away the ones that had been ruined, my nephew took some and the rest Bob continued to pack around with him (never wearing them of course). When he moved this last time, he handed me bags with piles of t-shirts in them and said he did not want them anymore.

When I handed the shirts to my nephew, Bob asked to see them...

He rifles through them and finds one he got from some Emergency Convention from years ago. He decides to take it. I tell him "You said you did not want them", Like a petulant child he responds "I would never get rid of this shirt". "are you going to wear it?" says I, "If I want to wear a t-shirt" says he, "So, no." says I, "Get off my back!" says he...

So back it goes to storage until he dies and then if it is not ruined maybe someone will actually wear it.

He does stuff like this all the time, gives me something says he does not want it, and if he sees it later he wants it back. He marks his name inside all of his books, not once, not twice, but thrice! I'm surprised he doesn't piss in the corners of his apartment to mark his territory. You would think that he grew up in a huge family where all his stuff was stolen by siblings or something... NOPE he was the youngest of 3 kids, his 2 sisters were several years older than him and did not care for stinky boys old trains and books.

The rest of the visit at my nephews house went fine, though I could tell Bob was bored because no one was talking about trains or firetrucks..

Now that's weird

"Now that's weird" is another bobism. It indicates when something happens that Bob find hard to believe.

I went over today, and brought an extra monitor, and a mother board because Bob's computer was "dead".

When I got there the computer was unplugged, I asked why, and he said "he was worried it might get worse". I told him that he should not unplug the computer unless it is on fire. I plugged it in, turned on the monitor, and turned on the computer. The computer came right up with no problem. I even tested the DVD he was using at the time.

Bob's Reaction "Now that's weird". He continued to insist that the computer was in really bad shape and working terribly yesterday.

I attempted to make good my escape, since I had spent 1.5 hours in Physical therapy and was tired. Before I could leave, he had to show me a book on some electric trains that ran near his house in East St. Louis when he was a kid. He was quite excited about it, and as usual he had written stuff all through the book, ruining it. I just can't get excited about some trains that I never saw, and that are long gone.

Whatever, another job well done *pats self on back*.

We've got a problem

"We've got a problem" one of the phrases I dread hearing. Today it is because his computer is "dead". I tried to get him to tell me that he had checked if the computers power cord was plugged in to the back of the computer, but he kept telling me that the power light on the monitor would turn green then amber.

He just kept repeating that, no matter what I asked, sigh™ so tomorrow I have to go over and see what the problem actually is.