It's all about that movie I wanted to record this morning. The one I wrote about last time. I had programmed it into my VCR and late last night I looked for a tape to put it on. I found a prospect and stuck it in to see what was on it and whether I wanted to keep it. I saw ... snow. Not like winter. Like lack of signal. Hmm, that's odd. I rewound it a bit. More snow. A bit more. More snow.
Must be something wrong with the tape.
I ejected it and stuck in a third tape. Hit play. Snow. Same with a fourth tape. And a fifth. And by now I was getting the very clear message that my VCR had bought the farm. For some reason, the "read" heads weren't working at all.
This is taking place at 10:30 p.m. Of course, there is no way to get a replacement or repair in time for a movie starting at 5 a.m. A movie, by the way, that I had been waiting to record for four months. A movie that is not available either on DVD or even on a VCR tape.
I was so screwed. And angry. And disappointed. And let down.
Well, you know, VCRs are highly mechanical devices that depend on magnetic tape and a whole array of mechanical thingies that employ nearly every mechanical tool imaginable. That means they are very complicated. That also means that it's very easy for something to go quite wrong. And you know what Murphy's Law says about when that is more likely to happen.
TCM will eventually play "Between Two Worlds" again. Someday. Maybe my luck be just a tiny bit better on that day.
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