Tuesday, January 24, 2006

 

Tivo, Tivo, Where Have You Been My Whole Life?

Thank God for Tivo. I got caught up in a rousing 36-hole match of "Golden Tee" at a local watering hole and missed 24 last night.

No problemo. Tivo found it, recorded it, and tucked it safely away for me until I could arrive home. Not only did Tivo record it, but it knew exactly when to start and stop without me having to tell it, unlike those stupid old VCRs we depended upon for so long. A couple of weeks ago, I instructed the little feller to seek out every new episode of 24 and record it. No damned reruns, just the new stuff. So tonight, when I returned home from having Z-Man and Miss J hand me my ass in computer golf, I pushed "play," and immediately heard Kiefer Sutherland saying "Previously on 24." No rewinding, no searching. At the end, following the previews of the next episode, Tivo immediately stopped playing and politely asked if I wished to delete or retain the recording. How about that shit? No more am I a slave to the whims of the networks. I watch what I want when I want, and zip through the commercials as thought they are not even there. And I set the thing only once, and it remembers ad infinitum to record my favorite programs.

Wanna hear something really, really cool? You know how when you're watching a show on your VCR, and you fast forward through the commercials, only you're a little too slow on the "play" button so you're several seconds into your show before you can stop the damned thing? Then you hit "rewind," and the stupid machine runs back to the beginning of the commercial, so you go the other way to get past the commercial again, go too far again, and you keep dicking around that way until you've spent more time avoiding the damned commercial then you would have by just sitting there and watching it?

With Tivo, you just fast forward till you see your show has started, hit "play," and instead of playing at that spot, somehow Tivo knows how to skip right back to that little lull between the end of the commercial and the beginning of the show. How the hell does it do that? I never hear one word of the stupid commercial.
I don't know who invented this thing, but it damn sure ain't the people who make commercials. They're screwed.

That pausing and rewinding of live TV thing is slicker than snot on a doorknob, too. Now, when some bonehead flashes a pop singer's tit at halftime of the Super Bowl, instead of everybody saying "Did I just see what I think I saw?", we'll just rewind and find out for ourselves.

Well, that's enough for today. I've got to go program my Tivo to fix dinner tonight.

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