Most evenings, I watch TV with my laptop on my lap (which is why it is so named). TV is better if you don’t pay too much attention.
So I write my blog, read other people’s blogs, converse on Facebook, and play Words With Friends and Spider Solitaire. Usually all at the same time. Most of my attention goes to blogging. If I had to make a diagram it would look like this:
TV is the perfect background. When it’s boring, it relaxes away the stresses from the day. And when it’s interesting (although seldom), it distracts you from the stresses of the day.
My husband never cared much for TV. Before I met him, he had mostly garage hobbies. But since vegging out in front of the TV is my favorite past-time, he was sort of sucked into it.
My husband also multi-tasks in front of TV. His diagram looks like this:
Of course, my husband can’t do these three things simultaneously. He can snack and watch TV. Or he can snooze. He multi-tasks by alternating.
Before I discovered blogging, I was in charge of the remote. Since my husband was ambivalent at best about TV in general, he didn’t mind. We overwhelmingly watched what I chose. Since I have exquisite taste, it wasn’t a problem. And because I am a wonderful wife, once in a while I would actually tell him when Drag Racing was on.
But with my new blogging
obsession hobby, I thought it was only fair to turn the remote over to him.
It was rather amazing. A man who had no interest in television picks up a remote and the primordial need to channel-surf comes right out of dormancy. Like there must be a channel-surfing gene buried in the y chromosome.
I’m mostly blogging, so it’s hard for me to complain when he watches five minutes of one program, and seven minutes of something else, and three minutes of commercials while looking for another something else. The only program we seem to watch all the way through is “Gold Rush.” where men destroy acres upon acres of virgin Alaskan woodland looking for 7 ounces of gold. (Oh…and Drag Racing.)
Sometimes when he’s channel-surfing, I hear a bit of something that’s interesting – for TV. But then it’s gone. Sometimes when he dozes off, I can watch a whole program in its entirety (while blogging). But it may not be what I would have chosen, since he’s got the remote. That’s why I am such an expert on “CSI Miami.”
This week my husband hit a new high of multi-tasking and channel-surfing.
I’m blogging away, and I hear two seconds of one program and two seconds of another program and two seconds of a third. Okay, he’s going up and down the channel lineup. He stops. I’m not paying much attention, but eventually I am aware of the distinctly melodious voices of …
…QVC. Yes, the oohing and aahing over cubic zirconium.
I look over at Hubbie in surprise over his selection. And he’s asleep – with his finger on the remote.
My husband can multi-task after all.
He can channel-surf WHILE snoozing.