My cable box in the kitchen just up and died tonight. I was hoping to watch TV while I ate dinner. No such luck. Then I thought, “hey, this little RCA that I bought in Los Angeles on one of my forays to the West Coast has a DVD player. I’ll watch Primeval. So, I loaded the disk and the TV grumbled, and hemmed and hawed for about five minutes and then announced that it couldn’t read this DVD’s format. Which means it probably can’t read any disk I get from Netflix.
So, I got the extra cable box from the casita, and hooked it up so the TV would at least play the satellite, but damn that TV is not that old. The tech has passed it by, and now it is a sad silver dinosaur sitting above the ovens.
That got me to thinking about all the sad little orphans. My Palm was rendered obsolete by my IPhone. The GPS in my car is rendered obsolete by an App for my IPhone. I no longer carry a Big Bag O’Books when I travel because I have an IPad.
I live in my science fiction world. It’s kind of cool, though it may mean it’s time for a new small TV for the kitchen.
