We turned the satellite television on after a three-month hiatus. I turned on the Barry Chappell Fine Art Showcase.
This guy is hilarious. He was in the middle of an "auction" (whatever that means), and someone brought him a sandwich. While we watched the art on our screens, Barry shouted "turn off my mic for a few seconds, I gotta eat! I'm starving." After 15-20 seconds of silence (ordinarily a no-no on a shopping channel), he came back in and advanced the offset lithographs (read: posters) by $100.
Besides shopping channels, nothing makes working at home nicer than 36 channels of digital music. Of course, easy listening probably gets the largest play time in this house. My largest complaint is that they don't play the classic easy listening and lounge music enough (Ray Conniff, Percy Faith, Les Baxter).
Also, they must have licensed the entire Reader's Digest collection, so you have to get used to that highly polished London Promenade Orchestra. But, it's all good. Just..., maybe not as good as Pérez Prado's version of Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White.
--gh
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
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