Late last night, while I was typing away at my computer, and Henry, my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, lay cozily napping on my bed, I heard a voice whisper loudly,
“Psst. Monica. Over HERE!”
Again I turn around. Henry opened one eye.
“Henry, was that you?” I asked.
He shook his head and fell back asleep.
“Psst, behind you!”
Looking around the other way, I noticed the sound was coming from the vicinity of the TV.
“TiVo? What are you doing on at this hour? I haven’t watched you in days!”
“Days? More like weeks. I’m getting overloaded here. I’m going to pop a cable if you don’t start watching your shows soon. I can’t keep saving everything, you know. Something’s gotta give if you’re not going to watch, and I’m afraid it’s going to be me.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” I respond. “Cut me some slack. I’ve just been so busy with my writing.”
“How do you think I feel? You used to love me and watch me all the time! Now, you only have eyes for that thing.” TiVo shrugs and aims it remote at my computer.
“One of these days I’ll get to you.”
“One of these days? How about now? Parks and Recreation isn’t going to stay around forever, and besides, don’t you want to know if Leslie Knope wins the election? And, Revenge may be a dish best served cold, but not that cold.”
“And what about me?” came another voice from within the TiVo box.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“Oh, that’s Brian Williams,” TiVo responds. “He’s getting a chip on his shoulder and is feeling snubbed. Wolf Blitzer isn’t too happy either, and, believe me, you don’t want to get him mad. I’m running out of excuses for you.”
“What do you mean? What have you been telling them?”
“First I told them that you were on vacation.”
“Where did you say I went?”
“Atlantic City. I loved that show, Boardwalk Empire.”
“TiVo, what did you say I was doing there? Going on some sort of Prohibition run?”
“Hmm…I hadn’t thought of that. Well, after a while they stopped believing it, so I said you were being held in North Korea where you were being forced to serve as a propaganda mouthpiece for Kim Jong-Il.”
“Did you get that idea from a 30 Rock episode in which Jack’s wife, Avery, was kidnapped and being held by the government?”
“Well, maybe. That’s on your season pass, is it not?”
“Touché. Anyway, TiVo, have you gotten around to telling them the truth? That I’m busy with my writing?”
“No, I didn’t want to hurt their feelings. I might have said that you went off to Afghanistan and were hunting for Osama Bin Laden.
“TiVo, the Navy Seals got him a year ago.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. Remember you made me record that CNN coverage? You never did watch, but I did.”
“That’s because I ended up getting all my information from Twitter.”
“There you go again. Always with the computer or social media.”
“So, TiVo, what excuse are you giving them these days?”
“That you left for Antarctica to save the polar bears from extinction.”
“Yeah, I saw that on an episode of National Geographic.”
“TiVo, for crying out loud! Look, I’m on deadline. I’ve got to get back to my writing.”
“Sure, be that way.”
“I’ll be back soon, I promise.”
“Okay, but no guarantees as to what you’ll find on your “Now Playing” list when you do return. I may just start recording my own recommendations and deleting yours.”
“So, how can I make it up to you?”
“Start watching and ease my load! Oh, and you can tell that dog of yours not to stare at me whenever I’m talking. Gives me the heebie-jeebies.”
“Henry? He doesn’t stare at you.”
“He does whenever he sees a dog in a commercial. Then he barks like a coyote at a full moon.”
“Ignore it. Just, go back and tell Brian, Wolf and all the others, the truth about why I haven’t been watching.”
“I think I’ll tell them you’ve just left for Spain to run with the bulls.”
“Excuse me, TiVo? What show did you see that on?”
“What’s it to you?”
“Let me guess. Roman Holiday on TCM?”
“No, Lady and the Tramp on in-demand.”
So tell me, readers, do you have a DVR that’s overloaded and giving you grief? How do you manage your television viewing?