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So, the missus and I finally broke down and bought a new television, as I mentioned in my last post. Call us crazy, but it just seemed like a nice idea to be watching something in our living room that was produced sometime in this millennium. I don't qualify, nor does my wife -- or the dog. The television was the only thing we could update, really. So we did.
That said, I realized today that at this point, for me, the TV is simply a vehicle for the TiVo. New is nice, flat is nice, when we update our other electronical bits, HD will be nice, but none of those are the really important thing. Numero uno is having a fresh batch of Big Bang Theory or Good Eats or The Simpsons waiting for me when I have a half hour to kill by the boob tube. And that's TiVo's job. If it were up to me, the TiVo would be the one sleeping at the foot of our bed.
"If it were up to me, the TiVo would be the one sleeping at the foot of our bed."
Oh, seriously. Like the dog ever tapes our favorite shows. Bitch can barely make a decent cup of coffee in the morning.
So, on the eve of experiencing a new front end to my favorite little digital video doohickey -- and while I'm recovering from lugging said front end up three flights of stairs, no thanks to UPS -- I'd like to take a look back at a few posts devoted to that sweet silver box sitting in the TV stand.
And maybe by tomorrow, my fingers will be back to normal again. I sure hope to hell this television lasts until the next millennium. Ow.
For now, the TiVo files:
First, an entry from the dark days, before TiVo entered my life: The Quest for Endless Simpsons and Always-On South Park.
Of course, TiVo hasn't always been infallible: Hey, I'm a Man, and I Watch Shows. What's So Fricking Hard to Understand?
Still, it's awesome enough to give me performance anxiety from time to time: Wanted: Motivated Individual for Audiovisual Entertainment Evaluation Position.
Then there was the time that TiVo brought my wife and I closer together: I Just Knew She Was the One...
The TiVo tried to bring me up to speed on my favorite show, but I just couldn't keep up: Jack Bauer? Who's That?
On the other hand, it also made me think unclean thoughts concerning Linda Cohn: Now That's a 'Web Gem', Linda!
In the end, though, all it takes for me to remember how I love TiVo is: One Trip Through the Dial.
Even -- especially? -- when the space on that TiVo grows to ridiculously unwatchable proportions: A New (Ti)Vocation.
But even the big TiVos die -- or make horrible dying noises, at least: Troubles with TiVos.
That's all for now. Like I always say, with TiVo, you don't watch TV more; you watch TV better.
Whether you write better with TiVo is still up for debate. There's only one way to find out. Happy weekend, folks.
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