Boot 'n' Rally

Last week, my roommate Megan decided that we needed to purchase a DVR. I was a little skeptical...I mean, I have my three favorite shows (Lost, The Office, and Grey's Anatomy...the last of which had BETTER be good this season, because last season wasn't so spectacular, in my opinion) and I know I'll pick up some new favorites along the way this year, but I like the idea that I'm not really controlled by the television. I'll watch stuff when I feel like it and if I miss something important, there is always the knowledge that I can find it on iTunes or somewhere else online.

But Megan wanted a DVR and I certainly wasn't going to say no. It arrived two days later. I was the only one home, so I unwrapped it, all shiny and new from its box and surrounded by confusing-looking cords. I attempted to set the whole thing up, but since I'm not exactly the most technologically-savvy gal in the world, I gave up after a few minutes and waited for Megan to get home from work. Once she did, we proceeded to continue setting up the device (or rather, Megan set it up while I provided moral support in the form of "Oooh it looks so good on top of the behemoth hand-me-down tv!" in the background). As soon as we plugged in that sucker, the word "boot" popped up on the display.

Okay, this is the bad part. As soon as I saw the word "boot" on there, I immediately pictured the DVR getting ill over a toilet. Particularly, the toilet that my guy friends shared senior year in college, where I may or may not have gotten ill one or two or ten times, but really who's counting, because it happens to everyone and they were so nice to hold my hair back when all I really wanted to do was lay my head down on the cool porcelain seat and not think about the diseases and bacteria that it had succumbed to over the past few decades. Seriously though, the DVR? Booting? Am I still so immature that that's the image that popped into my head? Clearly, such a thing could NEVER happen in a million years. I mean, I'm not going to waste good alcohol on the DVR, when everyone knows that he can't hold his liquor and is such a pansy for liking Smirnoff Ice anyway.