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A Remote ImpossibilityIf I lived alone, I would lead a completely remoteless life. I know this about myself.I'm afraid I'm just like my mother, who for the most part enjoys the benefits of her clicker until, that is, one of her great-grandkids visits and messes with the buttons. Not long ago my brother discovered that Mom had spent the last several months viewing all the programs on her bedroom TV in Spanish. "Mom, why didn't you say something sooner? I could have easily switched you back to English," he said. "Well," she said (and maybe she'd just been hearing a lot about illegal immigration or English as a second language or something), "I just thought the whole world had gone to Spanish." "But, Mom, the TV in your living room is in English." "Oh. I hadn't thought of that." I just called Kevin into my bedroom to switch my DVD player off so I could watch the weather report on the news. It's a process that involves a precarious combination of at least two remotes (out of the five that languish on various surfaces in my room) and upwards of seven or eight buttons. I don't get why, if I want "TV," I should need to push "SAT" and then "03," which is not the channel I'm interested in. Then, after "03," I think I'm supposed to punch in the channel, but maybe not. Whatever. I do know that I need to punch "SAT" before punching the channel, and "TV" before controlling the volume. If I screw up on either of these steps, I end up with a snowy, staticky version of channel "03," which is NEVER where I really want to be. Channel "03" is a middle-aged woman's cruel punishment for attempting to understand stuff like this. "Kev, just put it on Channel 41 for me, will you?" "Mom, you need to learn this. Come on, I'll show you again..." "No, really, Kev. I think we may be directly in the path of a deadly tornado. Please get me to 41 so that we can find out if we should take shelter in our safe spot..." I must have looked truly pitiful, especially when I used the words "safe spot," because the boy grabbed the remote with disgust as if he were the impatient parent and I the stubborn child. "Just remember," he said, and even now I'm not sure if it was a promise or a threat, "You won't always have me around." Hey, that's not fair! He's twenty, and I haven't even used that line on HIM yet!
Posted by Katy on 04/11/05 at 04:52 PM
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