Tuesday, May 24, 2005

"Here it comes... Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown"

I’m in a slight mood today.
See, we spent all weekend catching up on ‘24’ so we could watch the two hour finale last night.

We finally finished the last episode last night around 10pm and were set to watch the two hour wrap up.

Dinner had been eaten.
Dishes had been washed.
Lights were dimmed.
Snacks and drinks were at hand.
Lrudlrick searched our DVR menu and clicked play.

Then it happened. What was recorded didn’t look like ‘24’. In fact, it looked a lot like scantily clad woman glistened with oil staring coyly at the camera.

“This is Maxim’s Hottest 100 Women on VH1.”

Damn you Rachel Perry! Damn you!

In disbelief, Lrudlrick searched our DVR menu again and hit play. Nope. He didn’t choose the wrong show. No, he didn’t set up the DVR to record the Top 100 List. That was me. Just kidding. Seriously.

I ran into the bedroom’s DVR. Everything for the day was recorded incorrectly.

Damn you cruel fate! Damn you!

Then I found it. See, for the DVR to change your cable box channels, they use this infrared thing-a-ma-jiggy that sticks to your cable box. Well, I guess I knocked it out this morning. It was now dangling beside the cable box, mocking and laughing at me.

Damn you thing-a-ma-jiggy! Damn you!

You’d think we’d be upset. Three days of ‘24’ to be left waiting with bated breath for a rerun that won’t be. BTW, the powers that be must re-instate the FX repeats of ‘24’.

Thankfully, our friend, Colin has a DVR and will be sending us the 120 minutes we’ve been working towards. Thanks Colin. If you need a copy of Maxim’s Top 100 Hottest Women, we have it to share.