bow-chicka-chicka-bow-bow!!
Okay, so as you may have guessed from the title, I had a visit from the cable guy this week. After we had a cigarette and he put his pants back on, he hooked up our digital cable and installed our new... DVR!!!!
That's right. Fred and Wilma Flintstone have leapt into the 90s and are the proud owners of a hard drive, TiVoesque, program recording thingie. And we are digging it, BABY!!
No more missing critical content of a live program when the phone rings, or the kitchen buzzer goes off or someone's wife bursts into the house after an evening out with the girls, hopped up on chips, chocolate and cocktails gushing with the "greatest dish, evah!! OMG!" that really can't wait until the commericial break because it's waaaaay too hilarious and seriously she has to get this out before she forgets it because, you know, she's wacky on the firewater and thiiiiis close to passing out and besides, she reallyreallyREALLY HATES to be shushed mid-manic mode even though she knows it totally bugs her husband to have his viewing pleasure disturbed especially at the pivotal "Aha!" moment of the show, but, come on, it IS all about her and... Wait, what was my point?
Oh yeah. You can pause the LIVE stream and resume watching WHERE YOU LEFT OFF because it is always recording!! Awe-freaking-some!!
Wooo Hoooo!!
Mountains of VHS tapes, you are soooo.... last Wednesday!We still can't get our beloved Picture-in-Picture (or PIP) to work yet (I wrote of this lamentable fact here.) But, Woooo Hoooo!! just the same.
Now excuse me whilst I go online and sign up for classes at YabbaDabbaDo U to get my Engineering degree to run this thing.
