oldness: April 2008 Archives
Sometimes, I'd rather not go out and see a great band or hoist a few with friends on various weeknights because I don't want to miss certain television programs. I'm either old, or so technologically bassackwards that I don't have a TiVo, or even that DVR the cable company will bring to your house, hook up for you and show you how to use for, like, seven extra bucks a month.
Or both.
Yeah, it's both. Shh, little lady, gampy's watchin' his stories. Because they're on right now, and I'll never be able to see 'em again, since we don't have any of them VCR tapes that don't have cherished episodes of Taxi and Cheers on 'em, and I can't figure out how to work the dadburn remote control anyways. Would you be a dear and get Gampy one of them there knitted blankets that are mostly holes? It's cold in here.
(Also, is it officially OK to use TiVo in the general, like Coke and Band-Aid and Jell-O? Discuss.)
Or both.
Yeah, it's both. Shh, little lady, gampy's watchin' his stories. Because they're on right now, and I'll never be able to see 'em again, since we don't have any of them VCR tapes that don't have cherished episodes of Taxi and Cheers on 'em, and I can't figure out how to work the dadburn remote control anyways. Would you be a dear and get Gampy one of them there knitted blankets that are mostly holes? It's cold in here.
(Also, is it officially OK to use TiVo in the general, like Coke and Band-Aid and Jell-O? Discuss.)
