I miss the olden days when you plonked a pair of rabbit ears on the ol' tube, The Enemy stood on the roof wrapped in tinfoil and I got to watch The Wonderful World of Disney every Sunday night. Not anymore. There's a new-fangled set up in the Hood House. It's all wireless and high tech and works about as well as can be expected for a product designed to be more sexy than functional. Goodness, yes. Sexy functionality in the Hood House looks like Husband, on his hands and knees swearing at a sleek little cube, begging for a signal and me, heading to the local library.
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