Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Teeny TVs
My age is catching up to me. I can in no way, shape or form imagine trying to watch TV on something this small. Not only that, but the luddite that I am (even considering the PCs, laptops, video games, cell phones, MP3 players, and PDAs I use every day) a lot of today's culture has passed me by.I usually watch the first 15 - 20 minutes of Jay Leno, and found that in the last couple of months that I've been paying attention, I don't even recognize the music acts that play on that show.
Saturday Night Live - which at one time I would throughly enjoy the likes of Chevy Chase, John Belushi and Jan Curtin - has passed me by and now leaves me befuddled and confused.
I seem to be totally immune to the "pleasures" of reality shows and couldn't name two American Idle participants to save my ass. And I have no desire to swap my wife, my house or my nanny.
My ancient MP3 player - all 256MB of it - plays mostly radio shows from the 30s and 40s and probably couldn't fit an iTune video, let alone play it.
I have a pair of raggedy rabbit ears (which I just found out are coming back into style) sitting on top of my cableless and dishless TV.
I find a coffee table top full of remotes (we had to buy a new table just to fit the remotes) neither exciting or useful. Sometimes I just wish I could walk up to my TV and turn the channel.
My teeny-little cell phone spends almost as much time lost as it does found. I remember when the phone had its own table and was tethered to the wall so it didn't get lost. And don't bother sending me a text message on it, because a snail mail letter will probably arrive before I figure out how to read the text message you just sent.
