If you can conjure in your mind an image of island native people irked to the point of lobbing spears, then you've got a pretty good idea of my parents' current position on user names and passwords and on our in-house network in general.
They're talking secession or mutiny from the network at large, depending on your historical bent. It honest-to-gosh really is THAT bad.
And I'm learning that burning bridges are best not peed on. I'm using whatever fire retardant materials I can get my hands on.
I've been spending time uttering repetitive apologies to them, and promises that we'll all put our heads together and make it better, so please, PLEASE, PLEASE stop saying that you just don't want to play anymore.
And that's about all I can do, isn't it?
I'm going to pitch an idea to them...I won't describe it here yet, because it's got to be done just right. If they heard the wrong thing before the right time, this whole damn structure could implode.
Eric, you'd be proud of me...I have a math tutor now, and some of this stuff is actually making a little sense!
And yes, I know we don't divulge personal information, but really, anyone sufficiently motivated will be able to find at least my whole name online, and I'm prepared for whatever that brings.
Besides, good things can come of that. Google Robert Scoble, for goodness sake. I read a post on his blog a while ago extolling the virtues of putting your cell phone number online in a public place. I'm not ready to go that far yet.