What time is it?

My Dad was the pioneer, the king of the new, he could see the next big thing when it was a tiny little idea.

Example- we had vinyl siding on our house years before anyone else. He and I put it all by ourselves! We had construction guys stopping by the house to check it out while we were putting it up. The guy from the lumberyard (in smithtown tipped them off).

second example- Tivo. noooooooooobody had any idea what this thing was, they scoffed, they mocked, now they couldn't live without it. Of course everyone has a DVR now I think poor little Tivo might be on life support. waiting to be put on the shelf next to the eight track player and the Betamax.

My favorite thing about Tivo was his/her penchant for making suggestions "Hey, you like Xena-the warrior princess, maybe you would like La Femme Nikita" (my dad loved both)

Sometimes Tivo would be in a silly mood and suggest some really odd choices. For the longest time Tivo would suggest cartoons that my father should record, long lists of cartoons. He had eclectic taste but was not a fan of cartoons. Months later we got to he bottom of this peccadillo when we discovered that my nephew had recorded some cartoons during a visit! Tivo wasn't crazy after all.

The Tivo suggestion phenom led to not one but two sitcoms using the same joke within a two week span. I don't remember the shows but, here's the joke- "Tivo thinks I'm Gay!"

This leads me(circuitously I admit) to my e mail -, more precisely ,my junk mail. Of course there will be the usual , some porn offers (hmmmm can't imagine why) but,in the past year many Canadian pharmacies want me to do all my controlled substance shopping with them and most recently the gods of spam have decided that I should have a lovely Rolex or patek phillipe wrist watch adorning my arm whilst I grab another handful of cialis while deciding which lovely from last weeks film shoot i should connect with.

Perhaps spamboy knows me better than I know myself, I've always felt deep inside that I was Canadian. I think it started when I was 12 years old and the Vietnam conflict was showing no signs of slowing down....but that's a story for another time.