What kind of DVR is it, Cashmere?
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Yes, remotes can certainly push our buttons. In theory I could have studied the manuals for the countless remotes that never did control all the devices. And yet, basket full of various remotes. X number without back plates. X number without batteries.
Aside from depleting bandwidth, it is the digital equivalent of arriving at a party wearing the same dress as another girl, Professor Palfrey said.
Pathetic.
Also, Professor Palfrey sounds like a Hogwarts teacher.
Today I do not have Scully hair. Today I have Dorothy Hammill hair. Alas.
It's a motorola cable box/dvr, Tom.
Tom is wearing his superhero cape today! (Love the Grandma remote, but don't know if Cashmere's DH will appreciate it yet, maybe next week when the captioning is gone)
I think that's how a lot of people see computers also.
We have a universal remote that mostly works (haven't added the new DVD player, and as it's for HD-DVD, probably won't). All remotes remain in the plastic bags they come in, taped shut. This is more protection against me than anything else.
Scola is a fucking GENIUS and has solved my problems! I owe you BIG TIME!
Seriously, you may have saved my marriage.
The hilarious thing about this is that I spent half an hour on the phone with my cable company (granted, half that on hold) and used their online chat feature with a tech person and they BOTH told me that it was through my tv. And they offered to send a person out for $35 to figure out the problem for me.
Fuck that. I have Scola!