Life before DVRs . . .

Do you even remember that? I can barely . . . but I know it was a barren, ugly place. With, shudder, commercials!! Yuck!! Do you remember them!! Those dreaded, horrible, loud screechy things. Telling you to BUY things you don’t need. Hawking ridiculous cars, with stupid songs, with balloons, and jangles, yeay, no more. Now you can fast forward right past them!!

Now, I have so much to watch, I have to pick what & when, I love it, God Bless the DVR. I know that may be blasphemous, but I think even God would forgive me because he loves his DVR, too!!

Now you can even watch more than one episode in a row if you have the patience to wait that long, and how cool is that!!


About Evie Garone

I am an outspoken woman with independent views of the world. I am spiritual but also realistic. I've successfully raised two men who I've sent off to college and am now following my love of the arts, including painting, drawing and writing. Thus, two blogs, two books I sporadically work on, voracious reading, among other loves keep me busy.
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4 Responses to Life before DVRs . . .

  1. Liz Johns says:

    Anything that gets us away from ads is a miracle. Go DVR.

    And thanks for your comment on my post too (the deaf and parrot one) “Can’t hear with your glasses on” – you should blog about that 🙂


  2. mommyinreallife says:

    You know, I’ve considered getting one of those new fangled gadgets. We’re still old-school here. We used a VCR! I can fast forward through the commercials so I don’t have to hear them. But usually I’m too lazy!


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