Archive for August, 2008

30
Aug
08

Guilty pleasures

Today I did something bad. I am a reprehensible human being. I have destroyed a little piece of the planet. I bought a *newspaper*.

Remember those? The big, dirty things covered in ink that used to weigh you down when you came back from the store? Well, they’re still around.

I was up early and it’s a weekend, so I thought I’d pass the time by picking through a newspaper in bed. And you know what? It was great. Hundreds of pages, thousands of words, for half a pocketful of change. I’m used to consuming my news through tabbed browser windows, but this was so *huge*. I spread out all the sections over my sheets, pictures the size of a 17” screen, and all instantly accessible. Even ignoring the more tedious subsections, it kept me busy for hours until I realized it was lunchtime and I was hungry.

Forget the stock market – buy paper. I can see this stuff catching on.

17
Aug
08

Switching off

The batteries in my TV remote ran out today. This is not a disaster. It’s good for me to get a little extra exercise, standing up to turn the TV on and off… which I now realize is all I ever used my remote for.

Now that came as kind of a shock to me. I can’t remember the last time I *watched TV* – actually sat down and watched a scheduled TV show. I watch movies, I play games, I buy boxed-sets of series, but do I make time for that must-see show on a Monday night? No. Maybe I’ll record it. Maybe I’ll download it from the broadcaster later.

When I was a kid, I remember lying in front of the TV for hours on a Saturday morning, watching cartoons and fast-food ads and whatever else the networks chose to feed me. Now, not so much. My TV does what I tell it to. It’s like I’ve grown up.

03
Aug
08

Real life

Karel dragged me away from the console yesterday morning for breakfast and champagne, to remind me that I’m a year less young than I was. This turned out to be stage one in a three-part plan that covered lunch and dinner too, and I had a fantastic time – so thank you to everyone who came along in the evening and who helped to make it so special.

Maybe it’s a sign of age, but – no, scratch that – maybe it’s a sign of the troubled economic climate, but I noticed a lot of friends heading home early last night. Hedonism isn’t what it used to be. And you know the worst thing? I was exhausted by the time we finished anyway.