By this time, my lungs were aching for air!

I've rediscovered my Tivo this evening. Had a rough day at work (getting stuff done, but have been feeling irritable and singed 'round the edges last few days) so after getting home I got into an actively passive state of mind and sunk a while into making my Tivotic setup less half-assed. Tossed out the IR kludge in favor of a direct serial connection beteween the Tivo and the cable box, which ought to mean no more missed episodes of Michael Palin's Travels when the thing misfires a digit and I get an hour of Wrestle! Wrestle! Wrestle! instead. Then I finally programmed my remote so that most of the buttons actually do something, and was able to consign my TV and cable box remotes to the Junk Drawer of Lethe.

Also browsed all the Suggestions that have been accumulating over the last couple of weeks, and picked a bunch for recording. So that's why I'm up so late, watching Sea Hunt on The Grizzled Sea Captain Network or something up there in the high cable. (I haven't seen this show before, and yet somehow I know it's the source of the Joel-era MST3K line seen in this posts' subject.) Noticed that I'm with Busey showed up, so I just had to record that, since keimel notes it's the worst show ever. He's probably right and I'll end up killing it after five minutes, but not before pressing the jolly red thumbs-down button and hearing that delightful dungg noise that signifies my Tivo's continuing education into things I do not like.

Finally, I kicked the box into recognizing that I do, in fact, get HBO (along with two of its spinoff channels, and an all-Spanish one), so we'll see if I can scare up some interesting content from that. My next Tivo goal involves hooking it up to the ol' Internet. Got a no-name brand USB-to-Ethernet adapter at Micro Center today, and it doesn't seem to work. Phooey. Guess I'll spring for the pricier Linksys model that Tivo recommends.