In 1965, we had a black and white tv and we had to get out of the chair and walk over to the tv to change the channel. We only had three channels and none of them came on until about 6:00 a.m. and went off at midnight. We all knew it was midnight when the last program ended and a short clip of an jet flying through clouds and blue skies was accompanied by a narration of the poem "High Flight" followed by the picture of a test pattern and a long, shrill beep, and then static until the next morning.
There was no remote control for the tv, and no vcr, dvd, tivo, or digital tuner. If you wanted to watch a show later, well, tough.
Now I bet you are wondering why I am taking you through this stroll down memory lane. It's because I've been rearranging the entertainment cabinet and moved the dvr I usually watch. It was a complicated set up and used too many video in and out thingys (Don't laugh, I bet you know what I mean) in the back of the tv and I may have unplugged the security camera dvd unit in order to record my shows. Plus, Hubby hated to have to use three remotes to watch tv. So, I moved it, and put an old, but simple, dvd player in its place.
After getting everything hooked back up and working yesterday afternoon, I decided to watch a new dvd and popped it into the player. I pulled the remote out of the pile in the drawer and pushed the play button. Nothing happened. So I pressed it harder. Like that made a difference. Then I changed the batteries, and it still wouldn't work. I thought it might have a loose connection, so I slapped it once, and then again for good measure. Still nothing.
By this time I was getting aggravated, and mentally berating the electronics industry for its shoddy workmanship, purposely making products that won't last past the warranty, and driving up costs as well.
Then I looked at the remote in my hand, and noticed that it was for a different dvd player. Oops.
So see, if it were still 1965, I wouldn't have spent thirty minutes trying to get the wrong remote to operate the dvd player, raising my blood pressure, and unjustly accusing the electronics industry. And since I never liked The Edge of Night or any other soap opera, I would have been doing something constructive with my time instead of watching tv.
Actually, if it were Friday afternoon in 1965, I probably would have been cooking dinner and cleaning house. Sooo, on second thought, I like 2015 much better.