We're on Sputnik Number One
bunny_hugger's had a Dish Network DVR for a long, long while, and like any electronics in its fortieth decade of service it's got a little cranky. Mostly this amounted to crashing; it'd have a tendency to freeze up if it was running too long, such as by being left on, and over December it picked up the habit of crashing if it was left off, too, which screwed up some of the recording of Christmas specials. We got the most important Rankin/Bass ones, particularly The Life And Adventures Of Santa Claus. But we also got fed up with it and bunny_hugger got Dish Network to send out a replacement satellite box.
We've had it a couple months now without installing because stuff just got in the way. But Friday, while bunny_hugger was off attending a contentious department meeting, I realized I had nothing urgent to do, and had watched everything that was on the old, so ... why not install it?
Well, because of the mass of twisting cables, sure, but we had the most important ones labelled, and the new stand we have for these meant I just had to take out the old receiver and slip the new one in. I had a pause while setting up as the new remote demanded four AAA batteries, and I didn't know where any was, and so I took a quick detour to Radio Shack and kind of felt like I should've gone to Batteries Plus instead. They're very excited at Radio Shack when you come in to buy batteries, and would like you to buy more.
Afterwards I had to call to activate the new receiver, which involved me (a) explaining who I was, which left me suddenly nervous because my last name is not bunny_hugger's, and it's her previous name that's on the account for reasons that make sense to Dish Network, but they insisted they understood (``You do?'' I said, incredulous); (b) guessing what the authorization password code was; and (c) waiting while the receiver loaded things. This produced those standard long pauses of nothing happening, which I was comfortable enough with, though the Dish Network lady felt the need to fill in some small talk.
Thus we got to talking about how cold it was, and where I'm from. Told I was from New Jersey, the Dish Network representative told me I didn't have an accent. I thanked her, even though I'm really not sure why. It's not as if lacking an accent is proof of moral superiority or any particular achievement.
Mercifully the receiver finished its downloading and popped into life, and I'm pretty sure I got the most important programs recording. And it's compatible with the old universal remote, without even being reprogrammed, so we didn't need the new remote or batteries anyway.
Trivia: George Eastman developed flexible-roll film by applying amyl acetate -- banana oil -- to celluloid. Source: Radar, Hula Hoops, and Playful Pigs, Joe Schwarcz.
Currently Reading: Michigan: A History Of The Great Lakes State, Bruce A Rubenstein, Lawrence E Ziewacz.