Tivo Ruined My Life
Monday night is homework night. No, I’m not back in school, although sometimes when I lay on my couch till three in the morning trying to get through back to back to back episodes of Heroes, I feel like I’m back in school.
I feel like I’m cramming for a test where I’m going to have to know all the intimate details of a television show that I marginally like, but feel compelled to watch because it’s on my Tivo.
And the truth is I don’t want to know all the details. I don’t want to be this vested in my television. But somehow in the pursuit to escape watching commercials and the desire to watch “Must See TV” on my own time, Iv’e become a television junkie.
I’m a junkie living in a one bedroom apartment and I have a sixty inch television in my living room. Another television in my kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. And I have Tivos hooked to all of them.
And if that’s not enough, I have a slingbox account so that when I’m away from home I can access my Tivo from any computer around the world and watch anorexic Meredith Gray and her narcissistic doctor friends.
Whatever happened to just watching TV? How did something so simple, ever become this complicated?
