My father is the computer man.  Or at least, he likes to think so.  He gets up on his pulpit and preaches about everything.  The importance of data backup, when to upgrade your computer, when to buy a new one, how much memory you should add, which operating system and web browsers are best.  It doesn’t matter.  He thinks he knows everything.  And he won’t even bother to argue with anyone.  He just shakes his head, mutters something about the importance of data backup or whatever else he was talking about and walks away.  Can you imagine what it’s like to have grown up with him?  You’re probably wondering what his day job is since he seems to think he’s a computer technician by night.   He’s an accountant.  How and why that means he’s qualified to work on any computer and somehow just know how to make it better is beyond me.  I just wish he wouldn’t insist on building me a new computer instead of letting go and buy one.  I’d rather the latest model than whatever he puts together from the parts he has lying around on the floor.  I know he means well, but he has to be able to step back sometimes and realize what he’s saying.