kitschicat.livejournal.comI spent about an hour on the phone with one of our remote reporters this afternoon, helping her unzip the Media Player Classic file so that she could play a DVD on her laptop.
After several unsuccessful attempts to save the file from our web-based email client (she couldn't grasp the concept), I finally asked for her personal email address, and sent it there. (Yes, why, in fact, it *was* an AOL address, in case you were wondering.)
After explaining to her that a zip file is kind of like a suitcase and if she wants to wear clothes (or in this case, use the files) inside of the suitcase, she has to unpack them first, we successfully got the executable onto her desktop, and she got the DVD playing in it. I'm sparing you all of the frustrating minor details and bumps in the road along the way to get that to happen.
The best part? Finding out that the DVD she needed to play contains video of HER BRAIN WAVES.
HER PERSONAL BRAIN WAVES.
And even better? As it starts playing she says, "Oh my gosh, those are MY brain waves. I am scared of those!"
Me too, lady. Me too.