October 5, 2005

Bring on the Subtitles. BRING ‘EM ON!

Over the weekend, Tiffany and I watched a movie after Caleb went to bed. With her legs in my lap, a Cherry Coke in hand, and a bag of popcorn beside me, we cozied in for an enjoyable evening.

Then from out of nowhere came a subititle. I squinted and could barely make out some kind of text. It was a white sans-serif font, but that’s all I could tell. I scrambled up out of the sofa—almost spilling my popcorn which Wesley the Dog would’ve enjoyed—and sprinted to the screen before the subtitles disappeared. It was too late. They we’re gone. We had rewind the DVD to see that very important piece of information.

All that nonsense is history now. The very next day we upgraded our little 19 inch TV that we had since we first got married in 1998 to 27 incher.

Oh Baby!

I can now see the scores on the little ticker that scrolls across the bottom of the screen, and I’ll actually be able to see the ball. And subtitles? I say, bring ‘em on.