New Skill
So Isaac has discovered a new skill....one that will bring him years of fun and entertainment, while at the same time threatening to drastically lower his I.Q. every time he uses it.
That's right, he has figured out how to turn on the TV.
So for the last half an hour or so, he has been doing just that. Turning the TV on and off...over and over again.
I'm grateful on one hand that he learned this skill on a Saturday morning, so the show in question is a kind of greenpeace meets Polkadot Door called Zabumafoo (that's the name of the talking Lemur), rather than some soft porn soap opera on the French station.
It does however mean that I have been watching the show this morning like it were in morse code...
"Hey, Zaboo, let's go on a trip, how about..." click
click "How will we get there?" click
click "But where are we going to get a camel?" click
click "What an adventure!" click...
Now those of you who don't know, Noelle and I went without a TV for so long, that we still find flickering images totally captivating.
Side note...he just figured out how to change channels. What is the world coming to?
So we are pretty much unable to do anything else when the TV is on...even writing this post is taking forever. So when the TV is stuttering in the corner, it pretty much puts almost every other activity on hold, as we stand and stare slack jawed at the tv turning on and off.
I"m sure it's quite the sight.
Anyway, now that it's a show on the "Diversity channel" about a South East Asian Tsunami fundraiser, he doesn't care anymore.
Dear God...he just discovered the volume buttons.
I"m going back to the talking Lemur.
So Isaac has discovered a new skill....one that will bring him years of fun and entertainment, while at the same time threatening to drastically lower his I.Q. every time he uses it.
That's right, he has figured out how to turn on the TV.
So for the last half an hour or so, he has been doing just that. Turning the TV on and off...over and over again.
I'm grateful on one hand that he learned this skill on a Saturday morning, so the show in question is a kind of greenpeace meets Polkadot Door called Zabumafoo (that's the name of the talking Lemur), rather than some soft porn soap opera on the French station.
It does however mean that I have been watching the show this morning like it were in morse code...
"Hey, Zaboo, let's go on a trip, how about..." click
click "How will we get there?" click
click "But where are we going to get a camel?" click
click "What an adventure!" click...
Now those of you who don't know, Noelle and I went without a TV for so long, that we still find flickering images totally captivating.
Side note...he just figured out how to change channels. What is the world coming to?
So we are pretty much unable to do anything else when the TV is on...even writing this post is taking forever. So when the TV is stuttering in the corner, it pretty much puts almost every other activity on hold, as we stand and stare slack jawed at the tv turning on and off.
I"m sure it's quite the sight.
Anyway, now that it's a show on the "Diversity channel" about a South East Asian Tsunami fundraiser, he doesn't care anymore.
Dear God...he just discovered the volume buttons.
I"m going back to the talking Lemur.
posted by Jason Allen at 6:44 AM
1 Comments:
I wouldn't worry. By the time he's old enough to be an actual tv addict, there won't be anything more than commercials and "reality" on there anyway. Any decent show is either cancelled before the end of it's first season, or buried on such expensive cable that you have to resort to other means to get at it anyway. Of course, it'll show up on dvd by the end of it's first season - if it makes it that far, anyway.
And in the last month or two a few networks have annouced they're (legally) offereing eps of their shows for download, because apple has a new ipod just out that shows tv. The tv executives are finally, in baby steps, catching up with the consumers. maybe.
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