Well this sucks.
Ordinarily at 3:00am when I receive three texts in a row from a friend, waking me up, I have trouble returning to sleep. It's part of my insomnia hell. And ordinarily, when I have trouble returning to sleep, I toddle out to the couch, turn on an infomercial and the sleep timer, and fifteen minutes later, problem solved. Tonight I toddled out to the couch...but was struck in the face with the grim reality that our DVR/reciever in the living room does not funtion. FUCK.
and here's why!
So Matt and I were watching the Daily Show last night when all of a sudden (digression...is it all of A or all of THE sudden? I've seen both, and I don't want to be wrong...anywho) all of a/the sudden, the receiver turns off. Semi-loudly. So I immediatley get irritated and go looking for the remote to turn it back on, thinking I sat on it or something. On, I push. ... On. ... ON! What the fuck? Damn. Is it doing one of those satellite test thingies again? It's supposed to do that at 3:00am! A fact I have seen on many insomniatic occasions. (I'd like to note that matt is sitting next to me the whole time sort of going..."hmm. that's sucks. mmhmm." while reading Warmachine forums on my laptop. It's sort of a funny image me yelling at the t.v. and working this shit out with him behind the equivalent of the quintessential newspaper. All he needed was a pipe and a lazyboy and we'd have been 1950's middle America. but again I digress) So after much harumphing, matt finally sort of emerges and says, 'Why don't you try turning it on manually?' Good idea! Matt why don't you go reset the receiver. *Matt stares at me* *I stare back* UGH. (he says) Make me get up.
In the five seconds between the couch and the t.v., I start to smell something odd. Something...burning. "Honey do you smell that?" "Smell what ---HOLY SHIT IT'S SMOKING!!!!" *touch* "FUCK! that's HOT!" He quickly unplugs everything and wraps a blanket around it to smother any impending flame, while I run to open the window, choking on the smell of burning plastic. We place the DVR/receiver in the window and turn on every fan in the house before falling back on the couch chattering about the fact that our DVR just SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTED.
So, long story short, there is no infomercial to turn on right now. Not until we receive our free replacement and letter of apology/please don't sue us from DirectTV.
We're just glad we were awake and watching TV when it happened. Otherwise, it might have started an electrical fire and this whole building could have been in some real trouble.
But now I'm tired and could really use me some BIlly Mays to get to sleep.
and here's why!
So Matt and I were watching the Daily Show last night when all of a sudden (digression...is it all of A or all of THE sudden? I've seen both, and I don't want to be wrong...anywho) all of a/the sudden, the receiver turns off. Semi-loudly. So I immediatley get irritated and go looking for the remote to turn it back on, thinking I sat on it or something. On, I push. ... On. ... ON! What the fuck? Damn. Is it doing one of those satellite test thingies again? It's supposed to do that at 3:00am! A fact I have seen on many insomniatic occasions. (I'd like to note that matt is sitting next to me the whole time sort of going..."hmm. that's sucks. mmhmm." while reading Warmachine forums on my laptop. It's sort of a funny image me yelling at the t.v. and working this shit out with him behind the equivalent of the quintessential newspaper. All he needed was a pipe and a lazyboy and we'd have been 1950's middle America. but again I digress) So after much harumphing, matt finally sort of emerges and says, 'Why don't you try turning it on manually?' Good idea! Matt why don't you go reset the receiver. *Matt stares at me* *I stare back* UGH. (he says) Make me get up.
In the five seconds between the couch and the t.v., I start to smell something odd. Something...burning. "Honey do you smell that?" "Smell what ---HOLY SHIT IT'S SMOKING!!!!" *touch* "FUCK! that's HOT!" He quickly unplugs everything and wraps a blanket around it to smother any impending flame, while I run to open the window, choking on the smell of burning plastic. We place the DVR/receiver in the window and turn on every fan in the house before falling back on the couch chattering about the fact that our DVR just SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTED.
So, long story short, there is no infomercial to turn on right now. Not until we receive our free replacement and letter of apology/please don't sue us from DirectTV.
We're just glad we were awake and watching TV when it happened. Otherwise, it might have started an electrical fire and this whole building could have been in some real trouble.
But now I'm tired and could really use me some BIlly Mays to get to sleep.