The magic fairy dust sprinkling that is DVR

I'm a sucker for a good sports movie. If there's a big competition at the end? And there are obstacles to overcome? And a big win? Man oh man, it doesn't get much better than that.

Last night, after drinks with Tatiana, who drove in from Connecticut to have drinks with me for an hour before driving back home to Delaware, because homegirl's nuts, I ran some errands, made some dinner, and then discovered I'd missed the first half of Blue Crush, which is a must-watch. Because of the obstacles. And the competition. And the win, which really wasn't an actual win, but was a win nonethless. Because it's not always about winning, see. Although, she hasn't competed in three years and gets accepted into the biggest surfer girl competition ever? What?

"I wonder what would happen if I recorded it with the DVR," I thought. So I pressed record. And then I went to my list of recorded shows and volia! Blue Crush was at the top of my list.

"I wonder what would happen if I pressed 'play'," I thought. So I pressed play, and lo and behold, the opening credits to Blue Crush.

The Roommate and I have spoken often of the wonder and beauty that is DVR. But going back in time? That makes me want to give Time Warner Cable a big kiss. With tongue.