- Jun 19, 2003
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First of all, I lied. There are no pics.
Now that that is cleared up, about 6 mos ago, I bought this great watch from Radio Shack. I is an analog watch with ten little buttons on it. They allow you to change the volume, channel, mute, and power status of your TV or cable box. I thought that this was cool and a worthy use of my $30. I got the watch home and played with it a little bit and that was that. Or so I thought. See, it comes with this little booklet that contains pretty much every code that you would need for different TV's and such. Either way, I am thinking about the last time that I was at Applebee's and remembered watching the TV. A beautiful plot emerges.
I decided to go for lunch at Applebee's with my friend Allan. We get there and I request a spot by, but not at, the bar (and thus the TV's). It's cool and the waitress brings us our drinks and we sit there. I whip out my handy dandy little booklet with the codes and then realize that I can't read the brand of TV. I walk over sort of towards the restrooms and then change my mind. I got just close enough to realize that it was a Zenith TV. Cool. I program my 1337-0 watch to Zenith and sweetly enough, it works.
At this moment in time, ESPN is blaring out some stupid baseball game for which I have no interest. I start channel surfing from the convenience of my table. I finally settle on HSN (Home Shopping Network). Only problem is that I can't hear it. Therefore, I put it up full blast. Ahhhh, much better. While I am getting ready to call the 800 number for my new sweater, I overhear the lady two tables over start b17ching about the volume and station. Apparantly she didn't need a new sweater. Therefore, when the waitress comes back, she asks her to change it back to ESPN. She does so as well as turning it down a bit. Shoot, now I can't hear it anymore. Volume goes back up. I still hate baseball so I decide that even Barney is better than that. Everybody sing, "I love you, you love me..." The lady wasn't singing. She again asked the waitress to change the channel. The waitress, a bit mystified, goes to change the channel. However, as she is changing it back to ESPN, I change it one more click above the station. She corrects again, and once again I help her. She is thinking, WTF? She reaches up again and I mute the TV. Now totally mystified, she gets the remote from behind the bar. She is getting ready to unmute it and I hit my little power button. All gone TV. She looks around like she obviously has no idea what is going on. She turns it on and I turn it off. She goes and gets Mr. White Shirt & Tie. That is my que to stop messing with the TV.
She begins explaining her long story about the demon possessed TV which the manager dosen't even half believe. I mean, come on! It's working just fine. He walks away, slightly disgusted. Once he is gone, the TV mysteriously begins acting up again. The waitress RUNS to the kitchen and he comes back. He stares at the perfectly normal TV. Shakes his head and walks off. TV acts up again. She stares at it and finally turns it off. It comes back on, that little devil. This continues for a few minutes, sometimes with the TV reaching high volume and sometimes randomly changing channels. She finally unplugs the sucker. Well that takes care of that. We leave.
After that, I took it to a sports bar that I knew of and found out that the watch can turn off multiple TV's at the same time as long as they are the same brand as the one the watch is set for. Cool!
That is pretty much the end of my story although I still continue to have fun with my watch at friends houses and any place that has a TV. I highly recommend getting a watch and having fun with it.
Now that that is cleared up, about 6 mos ago, I bought this great watch from Radio Shack. I is an analog watch with ten little buttons on it. They allow you to change the volume, channel, mute, and power status of your TV or cable box. I thought that this was cool and a worthy use of my $30. I got the watch home and played with it a little bit and that was that. Or so I thought. See, it comes with this little booklet that contains pretty much every code that you would need for different TV's and such. Either way, I am thinking about the last time that I was at Applebee's and remembered watching the TV. A beautiful plot emerges.
I decided to go for lunch at Applebee's with my friend Allan. We get there and I request a spot by, but not at, the bar (and thus the TV's). It's cool and the waitress brings us our drinks and we sit there. I whip out my handy dandy little booklet with the codes and then realize that I can't read the brand of TV. I walk over sort of towards the restrooms and then change my mind. I got just close enough to realize that it was a Zenith TV. Cool. I program my 1337-0 watch to Zenith and sweetly enough, it works.
At this moment in time, ESPN is blaring out some stupid baseball game for which I have no interest. I start channel surfing from the convenience of my table. I finally settle on HSN (Home Shopping Network). Only problem is that I can't hear it. Therefore, I put it up full blast. Ahhhh, much better. While I am getting ready to call the 800 number for my new sweater, I overhear the lady two tables over start b17ching about the volume and station. Apparantly she didn't need a new sweater. Therefore, when the waitress comes back, she asks her to change it back to ESPN. She does so as well as turning it down a bit. Shoot, now I can't hear it anymore. Volume goes back up. I still hate baseball so I decide that even Barney is better than that. Everybody sing, "I love you, you love me..." The lady wasn't singing. She again asked the waitress to change the channel. The waitress, a bit mystified, goes to change the channel. However, as she is changing it back to ESPN, I change it one more click above the station. She corrects again, and once again I help her. She is thinking, WTF? She reaches up again and I mute the TV. Now totally mystified, she gets the remote from behind the bar. She is getting ready to unmute it and I hit my little power button. All gone TV. She looks around like she obviously has no idea what is going on. She turns it on and I turn it off. She goes and gets Mr. White Shirt & Tie. That is my que to stop messing with the TV.
She begins explaining her long story about the demon possessed TV which the manager dosen't even half believe. I mean, come on! It's working just fine. He walks away, slightly disgusted. Once he is gone, the TV mysteriously begins acting up again. The waitress RUNS to the kitchen and he comes back. He stares at the perfectly normal TV. Shakes his head and walks off. TV acts up again. She stares at it and finally turns it off. It comes back on, that little devil. This continues for a few minutes, sometimes with the TV reaching high volume and sometimes randomly changing channels. She finally unplugs the sucker. Well that takes care of that. We leave.
After that, I took it to a sports bar that I knew of and found out that the watch can turn off multiple TV's at the same time as long as they are the same brand as the one the watch is set for. Cool!
That is pretty much the end of my story although I still continue to have fun with my watch at friends houses and any place that has a TV. I highly recommend getting a watch and having fun with it.
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