Charlie Hatton About This
About Me
Email Me

Charlie Hatton
Brookline, MA

All Quotes


Howdy, friendly reading person!
I'm on a bit of a hiatus right now, but only to work on other projects -- one incredibly exciting example being the newly-released kids' science book series Things That Make You Go Yuck!
If you're a science and/or silliness fan, give it a gander! See you soon!

Of TiVos New, and TiVos Old

(Yo, Facepagers and comedy fans: my latest FB romp is up over at ZuG — Zolton’s Facebook Follies: Faaaaarm Livin’!. It’ll put hair on yer back forty!)

I got a bit of terrible news today. My wife told me Comcast had called up and told us that our DVR is going to explode on August 1st.

Only maybe they didn’t say “explode”. It could have been “stop working”, come to think of it. But that’s almost as bad. In my panic, I may have muddled a few of the details, but the gist is there. Come August, no TiVo. My world, she crumbles around me.

It’s not that I watch a lot of TV, or keep up with the latest shows. Most nights, the machine whirs away taping reruns of Big Bang Theory and Diners, Drive-Ins and Spiky-Haired Douche while we watch it, or don’t, or turn it on and mostly ignore it for a couple of hours. How I abuse my TiVo is not the point here. The point is rather that I have a TiVo to abuse in the first place.

See, that’s the thing. Comcast doesn’t do TiVo. They’ve cobbled together their own DVR system — a Frankensteinian monstrosity cobbled together from the worst rotting parts of obsolete and failed DVR systems, from all the reviews I’ve ever read — and they plop one of those in your house when they install your cable. Unless you ask for TiVo.

“That’s TiVo for you. Better than mailmen, and prettier in high def.”

Of course, when you ask, they say they’ll “check on it”. That’s cable installer speak for “Mister, you must be frigging high if you think that’s all it takes to get a decent set-top box in here.

So you’ll have to ask again. You’ll likely have to call the office, beg with someone there, plead with another installer, perhaps slip a twenty to one or two or five of them, but finally, mercifully, someone will show up at your house with a TV show record-o-majigger that tapes what you tell it to and whose menus weren’t designed by Coco the crack-addled orangutan.

At least, that’s how it was. And apparently only in Boston and a handful of other areas. If Comcast and TiVo were “in a relationship” when we managed to get our current box, they were hiding it awfully well. From what my wife relayed, I was afraid they’d broken up completely, before even hitting that awkward fumbling petting stage.

As it turns out, it’s just the opposite. Our TiVo is self-destructing in two weeks, apparently, because new improved Comcast honest-to-goodness TiVos are on the way.

Oh, yeah. Looks like Comcast just got to second base. Yowza.

So the “bad” news is actually “good” news, sort of, except it means another long and arduous cycle of scheduling installers and hooking up cables and missing re-re-re-rerun Futurama episodes running at three in the morning because the machine isn’t updated with all our preferences yet. That’s real work, and I’m not looking forward to it.

Maybe it’s possible — for some people — to not go through all the hassle, getting the settings and such just so. But not me. I wanted a TiVo — seriously, NINE years ago, I pined for my set-top savior — for one reason: to tell me what to watch.

I tell it what I like, and it tells me what to watch. The TiVo’s almost always taping something — so that’s what I watch. If it’s not taping, then there’s nothing remotely good on — and I dig into what it’s already recorded. Everything should work that way. I should be able to tell the mailman what sort of letters and magazines I like to receive, and that’s all he should bring. And if, on a given day, there’s nothing new in those categories, then he’ll bring back issues of the stuff I like. How cool would that be? That’s TiVo for you. Better than mailmen, and prettier in high def.

So i guess we’ll soon have a shiny new TiVo to get to know — our first since we moved into our condo in ’09. Maybe we’ll have a nice wake for the old one. Or a marathon to watch all the taped shows that are about to be blasted away, when this thing ignites itself or whatever. I’m a conservationist; I’d hate to waste all those stored pixels. It’s tragic.

Either way, there’s going to be an awful lot of configuration to do — shows to record, channels to check, save times to set — to ensure that the new TiVo approximates the current one as an entertainment provider. The first time that newfangled gizmo suggests a “Jersey Shore” or “So You Think You Can…” anything, it’s going back in the box and getting shipped to Comcast central for decommission. That shit don’t fly in this house, hombre.

I’ll get the ball rolling tomorrow. And maybe have the new machine up to speed in time to catch The Grinch on Christmas Eve. A man and his TiVo can dream, right? A man and his TiVo can dream.

Permalink  |  No Comments

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

HomeAboutArchiveBestShopEmail © 2003-15 Charlie Hatton All Rights Reserved
Me on Film 'n' Stage:
  Drinkstorm Studios

Me on Science (silly):
  Secondhand SCIENCE

Me on Science (real):
  Meta Science News

Me on ZuG (RIP):
  Zolton's FB Pranks
  Zolton Does Amazon

Favorite Posts:
30 Facts: Alton Brown
A Commute Dreary
A Hallmark Moment
Blue's Clues Explained
Eight Your 5-Hole?
El Classo de Espanol
Good News for Goofballs
Grammar, Charlie-Style
Grammar, Revisitated
How I Feel About Hippos
How I Feel About Pinatas
How I Feel About Pirates
Life Is Like...
Life Is Also Like...
Smartass 101
Twelve Simple Rules
Unreal Reality Shows
V-Day for Dummies
Wheel of Misfortune
Zolton, Interview Demon

Me, Elsewhere

Standup Comedy Clips

Selected Clips:
  09/10/05: Com. Studio
  04/30/05: Goodfellaz
  04/09/05: Com. Studio
  01/28/05: Com. Studio
  12/11/04: Emerald Isle
  09/06/04: Connection

Boston Comedy Clubs

 My 100 Things Posts

Selected Things:
  #6: My Stitches
  #7: My Name
  #11: My Spelling Bee
  #35: My Spring Break
  #36: My Skydives
  #53: My Memory
  #55: My Quote
  #78: My Pencil
  #91: My Family
  #100: My Poor Knee

More Features:

List of Lists
33 Faces of Me
Punchline Fever
Simpsons Quotes
Quantum Terminology

...Bleeding Obvious
By Ken Levine
Defective Yeti
Divorced Dad of Two
Gallivanting Monkey
Junk Drawer
Life... Weirder
Little. Red. Boat.
Mighty Geek
Scott's Tip of the Day
Something Authorly
Unlikely Explanations

Full Archive

Category Archives:

(Stupid) Computers
A Doofus Is Me
Articles 'n' Zines
Audience Participation
Awkward Conversations
Bits About Blogging
Bitter Old Man Rants
Blasts from My Past
Cars 'n' Drivers
Dog Drivel
Foodstuff Fluff
Fun with Words!
Grooming Gaffes
Just Life
Loopy Lists
Making Fun of Jerks
Marketing Weenies
Married and a Moron
Miscellaneous Nonsense
Potty Talk / Yes, I'm a Pig
Sleep, and Lack Thereof
Tales from the Stage
Tasty Beverages
The Happy Homeowner
TV & Movies & Games, O My!
Vacations 'n' Holidays
Weird for the Sake of Weird
Whither the Weather
Wicked Pissah Bahstan
Wide World o' Sports
Work, Work, Work

Alas Smith and Jones
Berkeley Breathed
Bill Hicks
Dave Barry
Dexter's Laboratory
Douglas Adams
Evening at the Improv
Fawlty Towers
George Alec Effinger
Jake Johannsen
Married... With Children
Monty Python
Nick Bakay
Peter King
Ren and Stimpy
Rob Neyer
Sluggy Freelance
The Simpsons
The State

Plugs, Shameless
100 Best Humor Blogs | Healthy Moms Magazine



Feeds and More
Subscribe via FeedBurner


RSS 2.0
Site Hosting:
Solid Solutions

Powered by:

Title Banner Photo:
Shirley Harshenin

Creative Commons License
  This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons License

Performancing Metrics

Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape

Valid XHTML 1.0

Valid CSS!

© 2003-15 Charlie Hatton
All Rights Reserved