Another sign that I am officially ancient and incidental: the general idea of watching teevee on a screen the size of a matchbook holds not one single ounce of joy for me.
As a a side note, it was eye-opening to listen to my pals in the book club last night — they kept drifting off into conversations about the teevee shows they watch. Outside of Deadwood (whose trademark cussword has filtered into my daily lingo directed toward HUA drivers) for the first year, I literally watch only sports and movies. And I only “watch” movies, in that glazed-eye, mind-off, end-of-day mode; sports, even the big champeenships, is typically background noise for reading. Sadly, I’m generally reading nothing but airport-rack pot-boiler ‘moiduh’ mysteries, spy novels, and serialized police procedurals. I think my brain is turning (has turned?) into a big bowl of mush. From all this stupid interweb.
Back to the video iPod, though. Is this really necessary? Are people just dying to carry Desperate Housewives around? In the age of practically free TiVo (another technology useless to me), who’s paying $2 for a teevee show? Like I say, I’m sure my mush brain is missing something. But I’m sure glad I didn’t buy an iPod last week.