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It was another typical night in the Freshmen Dorm. The stereos were jamming, the televisions were blaring, and Hall Director Matt Kingston was just getting home from his weekly staff meeting.
Matt turned on his television and settled in for a relaxing evening. But he was soon perplexed -- a new television season had started and he didn't know anything about the new shows on that night. Fortunately, Matt had a TiVO digital recorder, so he fliped on the TiVo SUGGESTION feature, and found a new show that matched up with his preprogrammed tastes.
Just as he was starting to enjoy the show, Matt's phone rang. There was a student on the roof threatening to jump! Up in a flash, Matt pressed "pause" on his TiVo remote control. Thanks to the Tivo TRICKPLAY feature, he would be able to start watching where he had left off when he got home.
Matt ran and joined the crowd forming in front of the building. "Why are you going to jump?" he shouted up to the crying young woman.
"My favorite TV show changed time slots and my stupid VCR recorded the wrong show!" she sobbed.
"That's nothing to get upset about." replied Matt. "If you buy a TiVo digital recorder, you'll be able to use the SEASON PASS feature -- Your TiVo will automatically record the show every week, no matter how often it changes days or time!"
A crisis solved! All with the help of the TiVo digital recorder!
My girlfriend loves television. I mean, she really. Really. Loves. Television. She's one of those people who keeps it on all the time to fill the day. Me, I prefer a few good cds on random. Or a hundred (perfectly legal!) mp3s. Or a case of beer. But that's just me. My girlfriend, she likes television. And it drives me crazy. So I figure, I need a TiVo. That way I could secretly tell it all the shows I like at night when she sleeps. Then the next day, when the TiVo is going instead of live television, I can walk by and say: "Say! Is that the Simpsons? I love that show." Instant relationship bliss, thanks to TiVo.
I come home from work and instead of mail, there’s a girl waiting for me on the porch.
Hello, I say.
“Oh my God,” she says, “This really is your house! You really are Ben Brown, world famous writer!”
Yes, I suppose I am.
This girl on my porch, she’s different -- not like the other fans. I invite her into my estate. Before long, we’ve stripped down, and one of us is being used as a tool for the other’s base pleasures, though it’s unclear who is using who. A single tear falls from my eye, leaves a trail down my cheek, and as my lover reaches up to wipe it away, drops onto the button of my remote control.
“Ben, is this an amazing TiVo television? That lets you pause live television and will record shows that it thinks you will want to watch? My god, you are a master of popular culture and a true connoisseur of fine things!”
Sometimes, I say, you can’t keep up as technology whirs by you! Baby, you know I love you, and tomorrow, I will buy a TiVo so that we can bask in the glory of digitally captured and categorized programs! And one for your poor, diseased mother!
“It’s too late!” she screams as she collects her clothing. “I thought you were a king, but you are merely a pauper! I’m leaving.”
It would appear that the only true way to the heart of a groupie is TV her way.
posted by benbrown at 9:55 AM on September 26, 2000