My Perpetual Search for the Remote Control

I lost it again today.

This time, I was busy trying to figure out if I could color-correct the photos from my crappy digital camera so they were professionally usable (answer: no). For the first half-hour or so, I was vaguely aware there was a soap opera on but I didn't care.

Then it got annoying. I got up and wandered around looking for the remote. I checked all the usual places, the table, the bathroom, the kitchen counter. Nothing. I went back to work and tried to ignore the soap opera. Two hours (and two soap operas) later, I was half-watching something where a woman tricked a guy into giving up power of attourney so she could give their baby up for adoption without his consent, but the big surprise was that IT'S NOT HIS BABY!

I threw up in my mouth a little and vowed to find that remote. (throughout all of this I could have easily WALKED to the tv and changed the channel. That never occured to me.) I looked all around the chair I was sitting in, on the floor near the table, all over the kitchen, under the kitchen towels. No remote. Was it on the TV? nope. Was it in the couch? no. THERE WAS NO REMOTE ANYWHERE!!! Then I saw it, on a high shelf in the living room. I have no idea how it got there.

But now I have power over the TV again. I FEEL THE POWER! DR. PHIL IS AT MY BECK AND CALL! AND HIS SON! WHO IS AN EXPERT ON BULLYING?????

I don't explain it, I just watch it.