the magic box

my boyfriend suggested we move in together a few months ago. i said i needed some time (see below), and in the meantime, he moved in his television AND the magic box (which was really the biggest issue about spending so much time at my place and not being "moved in").

let me clarify that my hesitation on "moving in together" is not my feelings for him, but the upbringing of my midwest-ultra-conservative/religious family that i'm extremely close to.

anywho.

boyfriend moved in his TV (this amazing flatscreen) and pushed aside my TV (a hand-me-down from a previous design client). then he plugged in this magic box thing and BAM we had like every channel in the universe (hence, magic).

not only that, we now have the ability to record shows (DVR, or something?). amazing. truly.

is this how the rest of the world works? i'm beginning to think so. because anytime i mention the magic box people stare at me oddly.

boyfriend and i obviously came from different planets. he is quite comfortable with the magic box and with lots of cable watching. me, after two months, just figured out how to record "greensburg" last night and had no idea we even had planet green!

boyfriend is quite kind with me. he automatically records shows i'm vaguely interested in. the hills, gossip girl, samantha who (ok, truth be told, i have only been able to focus on monday programs thus far).

(in my defense, i've had cable in my previous life, however, i can never remember what's on when to ever follow a series completely).

so tonight ... boyfriend is at a work function and i somehow managed to figure out how to play "gossip girl" from last night. hells yeah!

(although boyfriend did record it he is rather adamant about me not watching it while he's around. he will, however, watch the hills. shhhh ....).

i love you, magic box.