Full on confession coming up.
This weekend; I caught myself talking to the TV. Well, talking AT the TV. I wasn’t expecting a response. It’s my humble opinion that over the last few years televisions have become way too complicated and I’m over it.
Here’s the thing, I consider myself a fairly intelligent woman. I’m University educated. I’m raising two incredible kids and running my own business, I’m independent, I can do anything! ROAR! Yet when Hubby goes away for a few days I end up having a one way conversation with the TV that goes something like this:
Blue screen? Why is there only a blue screen. Huh
Oh. Okay. Power, then TV, then Cable.
Satellite. What? Why did the Satellite come on?
Input what? Input 2 or 3? GRRR
C’mon TV Just. Turn. On.
I finally got the kids off to bed and this is my “me” time! It shouldn’t be this hard to fire up the television and PVR. I know I have “This Is Us’ waiting for me in that magic box somewhere.
Ah HA! There is the picture.
Wait..where in the $@*% is the sound?
Take that and that and that and that. (wildly pressing buttons praying something will work)
Why do you HATE me? *cry
Wait..Pause…Breathe.
Woo Hoo. I did it. I have picture and sound.
Take that you fancy ass TV! I win.
Gah, I am pathetic.
Clearly I’ve just experienced a tiny glimpse into my future.
I’m destined to be the old lady with the “special” remote control.
The one with tape over all the buttons except the power, channel and volume.
Calling my children for help to work all things that use electricity.
Perhaps it’s time to start praying for voice controlled TV’s?
My youngest has shaken her head at me many times when I can’t figure things out.
I talk to the TV all of the time. I really need to tape up my mother’s remote because she keeps messing up her TV by pressing the wrong buttons.
Yes I need the tape, why all the buttons anyway?