In Which We Can Retire Or Are Completely Doomed

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In the past week, our 10-year-old has out-teched professional techies in the following ways:
  • Accurately predicted what it would take to install broadband in Grandma's basement office when the actual COX technicians could not. They had to schedule a 2nd installation trip to accomplish what our son knew had to be done.
  • Mr. W., like much of the known world, is having Vista problems. After a few bazillion hours on the phone searching for a particular set of files that seemed to have disappeared, Mr. W & the IT professionals gave up. Whereupon Eldest Weed found them in .5 seconds.
  • Similarly, in a last-ditch effort to get the stupid system to work, the IT folks recommended a particular "fix." Eldest Weed heard it and said in his most stentorian voice
    Dad, if you do that, your computer will go completely wacko.

Sure 'nuff, it did. It must be noted before he becomes more insufferably smug that he has not been able to get Vista to run, so while very clever, he's not much practical help. Nor am I comfortable with the thought the world is in the hands of people who know less than our 10-year-old.