Apr 102007
My trusty universal remote–the kind that can tame an entire entertainment system and creates an unholy bond with its unsuspecting owner–has died. My choices are:
- Cruise eBay for a replacement
- Dig out the four or five original remotes and give myself a migraine every time I have to walk my nurse through the multiple steps necessary to watch an episode of The Daily Show
- See how long I can resist the siren call of television and thus prove to myself that I’m not a slave to pop culture. And no, I don’t know why there’s an eBay window open in my browser.
