Sunday, January 27, 2008


A couple of weeks ago, Roadchick moved into the 20th century. Not the 21st century. The 20th century.

For years (ever since moving into the current Chez Roadtrip) the 'chick refused to pay for more than the basic Basic Cable - which included the local channels (all the better to watch Stormtracker 2004, 2005, 2006, and 2007) and all the church and shopping you could handle.

For reasons unknown, the 'chick was also able to access FoodTV and VH1. The 'chick did not share this information with the cable company.

Right after the first of the year, the 'chick took the leap into the 20th century and signed up for Direct TV. A satellite dish is in proud residence on the side of the house. Thankfully, technology has advanced to the point where satellite dishes no longer require the purchase of additional acreage. (The neighborhood association would not like a space station in the side yard.)

Y'all - there's a lot of TV out there to watch. The 'chick has seen the wonders available on good cable and on the satellite networks. Friends and family have them. The 'chick has even managed to not snatch the remote away to find her own show to watch. (Usually because among the 10 remotes on the table, the 'chick was never entirely sure which one was for the channel-changing and would've hated to catch the house on fire from using the one for the fireplace or turned on the lawn sprinklers in the middle of a child's birthday party.)

The 'chick almost doesn't know which way to turn first. There's BBC America and all the great British TV . . . one hour on the local PBS station on Saturday nights was never enough. There's the Discovery Channel - who can ever get enough Mythbusters or Dirty Jobs? There's the History Channel - Redneck and Roadchick watched about 3 hours of Nostradamus and the End of the World last night. (Romantic choice, wasn't it?)

Did y'all know that late at night, when you can't sleep, odds are entirely in your favor that a show called "Erotic Shopping" will be on? Yes, indeedy. These two women who look like they could be your neighbors sit on a couch and show all different types of vibrators and sex toys. Who knew? And, as an added incentive, there is a special phone number for the ladies to call, where other ladies will take your order without judging you for needing the $145.00 Super Thrust with Rotation. Imagine.

2008 promises amazing things in Roadchick's world. Who knows what wonders of technology she'll buy next?


Susan said...

I can even tell you what station that show comes on. It's what I end up watching drunk at 3 am. I like watching "Talk Sex with Sue Johannson" too.

heather said...

fair warning chick, mike rowe can become addicting. :-)

Roadchick said...

Susan: Yeah - the 'chick found that show last night but was caught up in a 'Cops' marathon, so had to skip Sue this week.

Heather: Oh, the 'chick already knew that. . .Redneck thinks she watches the show for its educational content. HA!

heather said...

so does j. ;-)

Liz said...

Welcome to the dark side!