CSI: Astico

My wonderful five-disc changing Sony DVD player has been murdered. I left it with my dad here in Astico when I moved to NYC thinking he could use it while I was away, especially since he was so nice to let me store all the rest of my stuff at his house. When I came back for the holidays it wouldn't play any movies at all. None of them, not even "Charlie the Lonesome Cougar!" Supposedly, he didn't do anything to it. But, then I found out he had tried to watch a picture CD some out-of-state guy made of a truck he was trying to sell to my dad. It wouldn't work so he tried a bunch of various discs in it. I noticed a CD-rom of Adobe Photopage in the stack of discs next to the player and I ask him if he used that. He didn't think so, but, I had a feeling that he did.
A month later, and finally, he remembers trying that disc while I'm on the phone with a service-tech. Damn! He thought it was an advertisement (?) and thought it would fix the player when he couldn't get the photo-cd to work. What???? That disc ended up frying the microprocessor. Ah, crud, it's my fault. He didn't even know the difference between the terms "DVD" and "DVD player" and I let him have access to it. However, I'm not sure how he got a hold of that CD-rom. It was in a box of cords and accessories for my old IMac which was stored in another room. The IMac is a whole nother story. My dad took it when I got my laptop, but he said he never used it. So, my sister and her family took it up with them when they moved up to Michigan. Guess what? It's broken!!! I keep getting this picture in my head of my dad huddled over it with a power drill or a hammer or something staring at it with this vaguely confused look. My dad and technology just don't mix.