Amen. Our hopelessly corrupted computer is in the hall, unplugged, waiting for Heather's-mom-the-computer-person to fix it. (Blessedly, she will in this case be trading labor; I'll sew something for her instead of having to pay her.) I just don't know enough to fix it, and I did everything I did know how to do before giving up.
But you know what? I bet I know a lot more about etymology than Heather's mom does. Granted, I can't make a living at it, but I do find it more interesting; doesn't that count for something?
"Now everyone was giving her that kind of look UFOlogists get when they suddenly say, 'Hey, if you shade your eyes you can see it is just a flock of geese after all.'"
"You can't erase icing."
"I can't believe it doesn't work! I found it on the internet, man!"