The girl I left behind me...

Okay, in order to fully understand me, here, you have to understand one thing: I am an IDIOT with small electronics. I'm pretty good with computers, but usually only because we have a cautiously suspicious relationship with each other. Other appliances? Forget it. If I want to watch a DVD on the TV set, I hand the remote to Holly. "Here, could you set that up for me?" When I bought my cell phone, I ordered it online and it was shipped to my house, where Holly opened the packaging and set it up for me before bringing it to Mackinaw City for me. I break office equipment simply by walking into the room. And game systems? FORGET IT. It took me half an hour (with Tyler's help) to figure out the Wii when we visited Kate a few weeks back.

That explanation aside, we got new cable TV yesterday. It's...well, I think it's digital cable. I don't really know, because once again--MORON at small electronics. There's a brand-new box sitting on top of the TV now, and that's how you change the channels. That's all I know, except for the fact that now we get a hell of a lot more channels than I've ever had before in my life. We have TOON DISNEY. TOON! DISNEY!

One problem, though. I am terrified of the remote control. It's a monster; literally, it's the length of my forearm. And there are all sorts of buttons that have labels that MAKE NO SENSE. I mean...gah? I had to have Holly turn the TV on for me before she left for her play this evening and show me how to navigate the channels because otherwise I'd be home alone with no clue how to even make the TV turn on, much less change the channel. *FLAIL* TOO MANY CHOICES. TAKE ME BACK TO RUSSIA!