Barb’s Burblings

My DVR was acting weird last night. Due to season recordings, I had two shows taping at 8: Doctor Who and The Amazing Race. I didn’t need to record either, though; I’d already seen that Doctor Who, and I’d watch TAR live. So I went in and cancelled the recordings. But when I stopped one, the other would indicate that it would record. Cancel TAR? Doctor Who wants to record. Delete Who? TAR wants to record. Finally I said “Screw it,” and wound up stopping the TAR recording in the middle of the episode, and thought nothing more of it.

As is the case with many Sunday nights, I had a hard time falling asleep, but I finally dozed off. Around 2 in the morning, though, I woke up. I couldn’t figure out why, then I saw some weird lights coming from the living room. At first I thought it was a car or something in the parking lot, but then realized that no, it looked like…light from the tv? I stagger into the living room and yep, my tv is on and showing Doctor Who…and recording, naturally. The tv magicked itself on. I mean, I understand the desire to record David Tennant for posterity and show him to the world (particularly when he spends so much of the episode in a tux–yum!), but turning the tv on in the middle of the night is NOT the way to do it. TV, I just bought DVDs of the third season! It’s OK!

So the moral is that now I’m a bit scared of the tv and the DVR.