My parents, who were visiting me since right after (right after) I got back from OSCon, have gone back to LA. Hurrah!
Yes yes, we'd all like to think of me as the product of some horrible Warsaw Pact eugenics lab, or maybe that I was raised by a swarm of something; but in fact I do have normal hyoomon parents, having the morphology and finances typical of loud white Baby Boomers, and exhibiting many of the usual genes that distinguish us from the lemurs.
They are getting slightly old. In a slighty goofy way. In that "JERRY, DID YOU REMEMBER TO TAKE YOUR PILLS? YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE!!!" way. In a I'm-not-going-deaf-you're-just-always-mumbling way.
The other day, while I was off to putter in the kitchen for a bit, I sat them down in front of my laptop and fullscreened a DVD of The Office, and set it to play two episodes at them.
They didn't get it. At all.
I might as well have put on an endless loop of VRML test-files.
These are people that I concretely remember owning Devo records, when I was a child. Now my dad just watches one of those cable channels that's all just stock footage of planes. And my mom watches FoodTV. A lot.
I should count my blessings that my dad doesn't read Tom Clancy novels aloud while my mom flips thru Redbook or something. But still.