The Damned TV
The damned TV is broken again. Of course, it probably isn’t broken at all. When my wife gets home, or when Sam gets back from the cottage which I expected to happen a couple of hours ago, they will probably pick up one of the 3 remotes, fiddle a bit with the buttons on or two of the 3 boxes that are below the TV and everything will be hunky-dory again. It’s just too complex for me. Sam and Isabel can switch back and forth from watching DVDs (which they prefer – they can watch the same stupid thing over and over and over again) to TV and not be fazed at all. To me, it is a major technological challenge.
It’s frustrating, because once they get home, I won’t be able to watch anything in English anyway. My mother-in-law is going to be with us until Friday. So, the machines win again. I’m not saying that I would like to go back to the days when there were only 3 channels, but at least when you turned on the TV it came on and didn’t give you a lot of backtalk.
Also, all of the video rental stores in town are closing, I guess because it’s becoming too common just to download films, but I’m not up on that technology and also, I really can’t see the appeal of watching a film on a computer screen. It’s way too small.
While I’m bitching about tech stuff, computers confuse me, too. I think I have a solution, but I doubt that anyone who is actually in the computer business would be interested, since I suspect that they have a vested interest in a confused public that needs their help to perform basic functions. Here it is: commission someone to make a computer wherein the basic functions are simplified so that someone who is mentally challenged, say IQ 70 or so, can use it. It should be easy to sell the idea up to that point, because of course they should have the right to participate in the modern world, too.
Then, put that sucker on the open market. I know I’d buy it, and I bet I’m not the only one.
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