The Remote Control

We remodeled recently and the extra room that was an ugly eye sore was gutted and turned into what we call a Media Room aka “Man Cave”. The room was remodeled over the course of 3 months while I traveled back and forth to Providence for work.

One weekend I returned to find a mammoth TV had been purchased… hence the room became the “Media Room”… the Man Cave thing started one week when I was gone… he and his brother-in-law Philip named it… pity when we watch chick flicks there..so much for the "Man" Cave...

It’s never is a good idea to leave 2 grown men alone for that long without supervision…they do manly man things like making daily trips to Home Depot and Circuit City…. tools and electronics…. No women to talk them out of any purchases…They thought they died and went to heaven… and along with that mammoth TV came the Remote Control.

Now I know it’s a guy thing but why is it that men… when watching TV feel they must be in control of the Remote Control…. aka “The Scepter”…. (excuse me while I gag). I really have no objection to Warren having control of the remote… but I do have a problem with him flitting from channel to channel… one minute we’re watching something … the next blink… we are on something else… sometimes I’m not even sure if it’s a commercial or not.

I’m not sure what’s worse… staying on a channel long enough to get interested… only to have him click off it and on to something else….or…. have him whiz through the channels at lightning speed so that I find my head twitching trying to keep up with him.

However, one thing is definitely for sure… do not… repeat do not… do any of the above to him… he will sit there and huff and puff and sigh…. trying to make sure his displeasure is duly noted.

So what is the problem here? Why is it okay if he does any of those things but not me? I’ll tell you … it’s all about control… if I have the remote… he no longer has control. It’s a genetic thing… he must be in control of the remote lest he be unhappy. The man doesn’t need therapy… he just needs his remote…and he’s a happy man.

Did you know that if you have multiple remote controls from your cable company for multiple TV’s in your house … that they work on any TV in the house?.

I put one in my pocket and sat down in the chair in the back of the living room…. there he was… clicking away on his remote… when he finally decided to stay on something for more than 20 seconds… I hit the channel changer in my pocket… it took him a few seconds to realize the channel changed… and I could tell by the look on his face that he thought he had done it… so he clicked back…I did it periodically all night until I saw him change the batteries in his remote… like that would matter… I found it hysterical… funny… he didn’t find it quite so funny… oh he laughed… but I could tell it was irking him…. (I can be evil that way).

So where does that leave us… I’ll tell you… not in control of the remote…. To me it’s just not worth bickering about… when it gets under my skin I let him know… and he’s smart enough to stop… he may be a man … but he’s a smart one.