I just finished watching the Super Bowl. And by “watching the Super Bowl”, I mean that I just finished checking Twitter to read about Madonna’s halftime performance and commentary on all the commercials while I occasionally looked up to see the game because I really didn’t care at all if the Giants of New York beat the Patriots of New England.
In my opinion, real football ended for the season after college football wrapped up.
Also, Madonna has an incredible amount of energy for someone who’s 94 years old. Good gracious. She must take her One A Day plus iron without fail.
And now I’m going to write something quick because Downton Abbey is waiting for me on the DVR and I have to watch it tonight or I’ll never get to sleep for wondering if Lady Mary helps Matthew Crawley find the will to live again.
Speaking of DVRS, we got a new one on Thursday. We finally replaced our old T.V. with a nicer one. It wasn’t very hard to do considering that our former T.V. was a 20 inch Sony with a picture that had become so blurry that it was hard to tell what the score was when you watched a sporting event. Of course maybe the problem is with my eyes. I choose not to examine that too closely.
The upside of the 20 inch Sony was that we never had to worry about anyone stealing it because it weighed about 450 pounds. And, well, it was a ten-year-old twenty inch T.V. We could have left it out on the curb with a sign that read FREE and no one would have taken it.
But we’d put off getting a new T.V. Mainly because I am the technological person in our home. And that’s like saying that Debra Winger as Sissy was the classiest character in Urban Cowboy. Sure, maybe compared to Bud, but you weren’t going to find her at any debutante balls.
And part of the reason I didn’t want to get a new T.V was because I knew it would mean unplugging things and figuring out where wires go and how remotes work and the whole thing just seemed exhausting. So I wasn’t surprised at all when I called Dish Network and found out they needed to come replace our old DVR with a high definition DVR. And they could be at our house in two weeks with a ten hour time frame for the appointment.
Technology. You make me sad.
So our nice technician shows up and asks if they’ve told me he’ll also need to replace our satellite dish. This is where I need to assure you that it’s a very small, hardly noticeable dish because I am just vain enough to care that y’all might think we have a huge satellite dish sitting in the front yard of our home on wheels. Right next to the sixteen stray dogs.
And the car up on cement blocks.
Of course no one mentioned that our entire system needed to be replaced, but I told him to go ahead and do what he needed to do. And about an hour later he came in and announced our old dish had been completely installed the wrong way. Which explains why we had to sometimes lean out of bed at a precarious angle to change the channel on the T.V. in our bedroom.
Then he brought in the bright, shiny DVR along with new remote controls. That’s when it dawned on me that he was taking the old DVR with all the episodes of Thirty Rock I haven’t watched yet this season. And a little part of me began to hurt because I had big plans to curl up and watch some Liz Lemon on Friday night.
I was kind of feeling a little bitter and resentful toward the new shiny DVR with its absence of Thirty Rock episodes until the Dish Network guy handed me the new remote control and explained that I can now record up to 450 hours of shows. 450 HOURS.
Well, that’s a game changer.
I can’t tell you how many times I would get so stressed when we got down to the 30 hour zone of recording time. I’d start figuring out what I could delete to make more room. It was like a weekly Sophie’s Choice.
(Although I’d usually solve the problem by deleting some of P’s shows because how many hunting shows or shows about catching monster fish does one person need?)
But now there is such freedom with 450 hours. I can keep every episode of Downton Abbey on there forever. And I can let The Bachelors pile up until I have enough that I can watch the entire season in one hour instead of subjecting myself to all the filler and “Stay tuned for the MOST DRAMATIC ROSE CEREMONY EVER” stuff.
And I can experience all this television freedom on a screen that’s big enough that I can actually see the picture from across the room.
It’s an abundance of riches.
Now I just need to figure out where we’re going to put the T.V. because it’s currently sitting on the church pew in our living room. I always loved having our T.V. in an armoire but these fancy new T.V.s don’t fit in an armoire. I’m thinking built-ins. Any thoughts on that?
Also, is anyone watching The Voice? And is anyone going to watch that new show Smash?
I was on the fence about it but I’m going to give it a whirl now that I can rest in the security that I can still record an additional 449 hours of other shows.