Playing Hooky and Thoughts on Class and Character

I stayed home this morning to wait for the cable guy to bring me a bright, shiny, new DVR!! While he was there, he hooked up the DVD player. I may never need to set the VCR again. This thought makes me weepy and giddy with joy (partly because I never learned to set the VCR in the living room, but at least M. could set it if I begged, but since the advent of digital cable in our lives, the zillion dollars in electronic equipment that we own to play things back do not actually do so due to a total lack of ability to be plugged into the correct holes. It's like some sort of orgy gone horribly wrong with all of those male and female plugs fighting for spots. I swear to god the receiver thinks someone's trying to have sex with it's nose!)

In other words, reading that damned book, Prep set me off on a night long consideration of narration and character and media and fortunately a good night sleep helped me bleed off the cranky because upon finishing the book, I was angry and upset and teary, and trust me. It's just not that kind of book.

( Thoughts - Personal and Fannish )