Sorry, nothing stimulating has happened to me recently. Well, nothing stimulating enough to write about I mean! Sooooo last night I was playing around with my laptop/digital camera, and I was recording myself to see if I could play better.
What have I been doing with all of my free time?
Noooo not making meth, that’s illegal kiddies! Memorizing Beethovens Fur Elise, naturally! It’s only like saying I’m reading the encyclopedia in my free time. Everyone just turns and walks away slowly, that’s it.
I actually learned this when I was in grade school after I first got a keyboard, annndd not surprisingly it is one of the first ones I started playing again.
Sorry about the video quality, again it was taken with my digital camera. I guess you can’t tell if it is me except for the blurry, hideous monster that shows up near the end of the video that kinda resembles me. Yeah, it was late at night last night and no, my hair doesn’t usually look like I stuck my finger in a light socket. I giggled at the end like a schoolgirl because it is only the FIVE MILLIONTH time I played/recorded it and I didn’t mess up finally. Okay, so it only took three tries. Did I mention it was late?!
I was just going to turn off the camera at the end, but I figured a shot of the empty music stand to boost my ego wouldn’t hurt. Ahhh, that’s better. Yeah, I know that it is only the first half of the song. At the end I just skip to the last chord of the music that I remembered. I’m learning the second half along with The Entertainer. Boy am I a wild animal or WHAT?!
Feel free to insert pandering words of praise here -
So, a few weeks ago I realized that my cable is not working properly. On my TV, sometimes I’m missing channels 36-40, other days, it’s 35-43, and most days it is channels 39-45. This is America, dammit, and I shouldn’t be missing any channels, right?? Right! Excuse me while I go spit tobacco out my window and pick my teeth with a fork.
I ended up calling the cable-guy to come check out why I was missing so many channels. Discovery Channel among the ones that is frequently missing, I feel like I’m missing out a crucial part of my life, I mean, so much education, packed into one channel. Where else can you see a breakdown of second-by-second of the Youtube video Battle at Kruger?
It seems that we assign personalities to each TV channel these days. Discovery Channel are for those who want to feel like they are learning, but really the guy with the smooth voice is saying “monkey penis” and “watch as the elephant rolls in his own feces”. Clever. I know if I want to see gerbils who pick their nose and crack jokes, I’ll turn on Nickelodeon, alright?
The cable person arrives a week later; I guess the company had a hard time finding the right packaging material because he had Air Mail stickers all over him. Whatever, I just want my cable fixed. After looking at the snow channel on 40 for about 10 minutes and trying all the stuff that I already tried, I feel like he’s just waiting for me to yell out something like “Oh my god, I didn’t realize my TV had to be ON to get those channels!”.
Yeah, I already tried all the normal dumb-girl stuff; work with me here cable dude.
He leaves a few minutes later, proclaiming obviously that the channels aren’t working. He comes back a few moments later with his own, small, TV. He hooks up the cable to his TV and flips through all the channels.
And, all the channels work.
“I’m afraid that the tuner in your TV is going out,” He says.
“Well, can I just buy a new one?” I say, thinking about computer TV tuners; whenever those blow out you just buy another one, toss the old one and away you go.
“I’m afraid it’s a bit more complicated than that when it comes to TV’s,” He says, knowing that I was talking about computers.
Damn. Well, it’s not surprising since my parents had this gigantic 32″ TV for the past several years in their front living room. They bought a new TV, and this one resumed it’s life in storage until I got out of college. Now, I have it. I’m sure somewhere between the move, the storage, and my accusing stares, it broke. So, now it’s either 1. Get a VCR, or 2. Buy a new TV. Since VCR’s are approximately 1/8th the price of TV’s, I’ll go with the VCR, for now.
The last time my parents were here, they brought up a VCR for my enjoyment. At first I was skeptical: “VCRs? Aren’t those things all in a museum somewhere?”. But when I hooked up the VCR and received all of the channels I was missing, including Discovery Channel and, GASP, Animal Planet! I was more than ready to accept yet another remote into my expanding collection (this was before I got The Universal Remote).
Of course, the VCR worked like a perfect angel when my parents were around, but, like the bastard child that I know that it is, it started acting funny as soon as my parents left. It was like an Alfred Hitchcock movie, honestly.
In case you are at work or whatnot and don’t want to see the video: As I was trying to figure out why my VCR was having so many problems, I just left it on channel “3″, which is TBS, naturally. The movie above basically highlights the problem I was having: When I flip the channel on the VCR,
Each.
And.
Every.
Channel.
Is the SAME channel. Which is, whatever channel you started on. In this case, it’s TBS. What you see is about a full minute of me flipping channels like mad, but each channel is TBS, no matter what I do.
What happened to the VCR, why was it acting like that? And, will Chandler finally solve his problems? Tune in next time to find out!
So, in a fit of rage I pulled the plug on the VCR, and, now it sits inside of my cabinet, dormant. I know it’s plotting it’s revenge on my DVD player and PS2, don’t think I’m oblivious to that fact. And, now I’m back to not having Discovery Channel and Animal Planet.
I guess I’ll have to get by on not being able to watch the Groundhog Story on Animal Planet, or extreme fishing on Discovery Channel.
I wonder if I get National Geographic Channel; I haven’t seen Caesar calm a 300-pound rottweiler using just his voice and the “CHHH” sound he makes, in quite some time.
