Technology is every where you go and every day that passes there is something newer, faster, smaller, better.
My husband and I have a PVR - like a Tivo. We, or rather I, LOVE it! We can record whatever shows we want and watch them whenver. I love being able to fast forward through commercials because then I'm really not up for another hour watching something... I'm up for maybe 40-45 minutes.
There are two problems I have encountered with having a PVR:
First, the purpose of PVR, for me, is to record something and watch it when I am able or to record two shows at once. I stay up later watching a show I know I can watch tomorrow. I know the show will still be there tomorrow but on some level I suffer from FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) and need to know what happens right then. Somehow I justify staying up later by saying to myself that I would be staying up even later had I not recorded the show, at least I can ffwd through commercials. It's really stupid but that's what I do.
Second - I feel like I should be able to fast forward through everything and find myself looking for the fast forward button or actively thinking "I need to ffwd" before I realise not everything is capable of this. For example, the radio.
The other device I have that I absolutely love is my iTouch. I love the applications I can put on it and the fact that I don't need a button to push but I just touch the screen and it does what I want (for the most part). The problem is obvious. I touch screens other than my iTouch expecting the same outcome. My work cell phone doesn't even have a camera on it and I try to access settings by touching the small one inch screen. I have found myself at my computer making the motion to swipe or push an icon and then a voice says "hey moron, you can't do that..." Not yet anyway.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Phone Calls.
A friend recently posted something on their blog related to phone calls in the middle of the night and why they are completely unnecessary. I have a bit of OCD when it comes to certain things in my life such as, making sure the car is locked even though I heard it beep I will press it at least two more times. I also double check and triple check my call forward number just in case I am forwarding my phone to the wrong number.
This second OCD habit is what my post is about. Years back I was having a telephone conversation with my mom when I got another call on the other line. It was some person with the wrong number and I politely told them, sorry you have the wrong number. They apologized and I went back to my mom. A few minutes later I received another call. I went over to the other line and this time it was a guy asking for the same girl. I told them again they had the wrong number. I told them what number they were calling and hung up.
I return to my conversation to my mom which had now changed to the morons who can't dial a number correctly. I get another call. This time, I kid you not, it's the operator. These people called the friggin' operator to make sure I had the right number. it was then that I suggested, "hmm, maybe their 'friend' forwarded their phone to the wrong number." I again told the operator my phone number. I went back to my mom and continued our conversation only to get another call on the other line. This time it was the 'owner' of the phone number calling. She told me she forwarded her phone accidentally to mine... "no kidding". She then asked me if I could tell her who called... almost like asking if she had any messages. I'm thinking "are you kidding me?" I told her I didn't know. She then asked what the guy sounded like. There are no words...
This second OCD habit is what my post is about. Years back I was having a telephone conversation with my mom when I got another call on the other line. It was some person with the wrong number and I politely told them, sorry you have the wrong number. They apologized and I went back to my mom. A few minutes later I received another call. I went over to the other line and this time it was a guy asking for the same girl. I told them again they had the wrong number. I told them what number they were calling and hung up.
I return to my conversation to my mom which had now changed to the morons who can't dial a number correctly. I get another call. This time, I kid you not, it's the operator. These people called the friggin' operator to make sure I had the right number. it was then that I suggested, "hmm, maybe their 'friend' forwarded their phone to the wrong number." I again told the operator my phone number. I went back to my mom and continued our conversation only to get another call on the other line. This time it was the 'owner' of the phone number calling. She told me she forwarded her phone accidentally to mine... "no kidding". She then asked me if I could tell her who called... almost like asking if she had any messages. I'm thinking "are you kidding me?" I told her I didn't know. She then asked what the guy sounded like. There are no words...
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Blog Title
My attempt to drum up some ideas for a blog title sort of flopped. I was hoping for something unique and somewhat crazy. I opted out of calling it something related to my last name because I work for child welfare and there are a lot of crazies out there and I'd prefer not to be that accessible on the internet.
Anyway, so my new blog title will be (drum roll please)... something uneventful and unexciting...
My Antics. I just came up with it now. Enjoy it.
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