Monday, October 27, 2008

Disaster


For those that know me personally, you know I am obsessed with my DVR. I look at it everyday. I scan the guide looking for shows to record. I keep up with my percentage of fullness. I go around all the time saying "We have to go home immediately and watch some shows because my DVR is at 88%." My friends just roll their eyes. Often, it will near 100% and a show I've been meaning to get into has to be sacrificed. All this explanation is leading up to the disaster that happened when we came rolling in around 1:30 am Friday night. I usually let Weenie get in bed first so she can go to sleep and I check my DVR. I noticed the time was not showing on the cable box and I was alarmed right away. I walked up to the box and punched the on/off button several times. NOTHING. I was buzzy so I didn't get too freaked out about it. That's until Weenie is on the phone the next morning at 8 something (!) and screaming questions to me. The lady at the cable company told us the DVR was dead and that all 48 of my programs were gone. Who ever thought this could even happen? Now what am I supposed to do? I have to start all over. Tonight, when I go home, I'll have one show on there. Cold Case from last night. Maybe I will save it for awhile.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Alot of shows you can watch online now. Full episodes. Just head to the network and check it out. :)

weese said...

ooo the horror!!

Anonymous said...

Ok. Here's what we do.

1 Dvr (tivo, thru dirct tv) in the living room.

1 Dvr in the upstairs bedroom.

1 Dvr in the downstairs bedroom. It's a new fangled one that I don't understand yet. I will get the 3 yr old niece to show me.
(She was at her grandma's pushing all the buttons on her new remote. When they asked what she was doing, she said she was trying to pause it. (Like at my house!)

Also, now Direct TV stores deleted programs (I don't know for how long) so you can go retrieve something.

The equipment was all free. We just pay a monthly charge that I don't think is too much, but then, Cheryl pays the bill.

regards!