This past Father’s Day one of my Granddaughters came and asked me, “Poppi, how do I turn the TV on”? When I was her age all we did was walk over to the set, turn the off/on knob and flip the channel selector to one of the two or three stations available at that time. I told her how and then thought about the whole TV thing. I must look pretty foolish when I sit in the recliner watching TV. A remote in my left hand, one in my right hand, another nearby on the end table and even one more in case I should ever use the VCR. Oh yes, one more in a basket for the air conditioner. Ridiculous, but necessary. One remote that came with the set, then another added for the new updated Digital and HD box, and let us not forget the Bose surround sound, need a remote for that too.
Have we gone too far in this electronic age? What have we gained for all these so-called advancements? Now I don’t even get any exercise getting up to change the channels, but I’ve got terrific muscles in my thumbs, created by my futile attempts to avoid the dumbest commercials every created in the past fifty years. Seems to me we were not annoyed by them in the “old days”, and they weren’t so damn long. The sad thing is that we are paying dearly to watch hours and hours of commercials. Just have one sleepless night and try to entertain yourself. Entertain with what? The beloved infomercials. Think about it……paying nearly $100 a month to be annoyed most of the time.
And don’t even get me talking about cell phones, blueberries, blackberries, strawberries and all the other electronic means of communication. Text this! What’s the matter with talking to each other? Ok, I’m done for now.
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