Today my father speaks in an indistinguishable accent. "Mad scientist," he says. He dissects the computer humming and hawing, and blundering all the way. I had two moments of ironic-I'm-smarter-than-the-scientist moments today.

Moment 1. I figured out the simplicity behind opening the computer.

Moment 2. I figured out how to turn the computer on.

I would like to say that these were incredibly intricate and detailed procedures involving man flashing lights and a yak. They however were not, difficult but merely extremely simple.

The mad scientist continues to baffle the geniuses, and wage war against the computer virus in my closet while I try my best not to worry, and bury my head in the book.