Over on Uncle David's Blog he asked a question...
"Who really controls the remote control in your house?"
Well as you can see it is myself.
I can tell you it is not an easy task as Wilma likes to watch all of the soaps and other drivle.
An explorer needs to watch factual programmes, documentaries are a particular favourite.
I also need to keep an eye on the weather conditions too, so I am a keen weather forecast fan!
I have been reading a great deal lately, ideal passtime when the weather has been so cold. I found this poem and thought it was very appropriate.
The TV is my shepherd, I shall not want.
It makes me lie down on the sofa.
It leads me away from the faith.
It destroys my soul.
It leads me in the path of sex and violence for the sponsor's sake.
Yea, though I walk in the shadow of Christian responsibilities,
There will be no interruption, for the TV is with me.
Its cable and remote control, they comfort me.
It prepares a commercial for me in the presence of my worldliness.
It anoints my head with humanism and consumerism.
My coveting runneth over.
Surely, laziness and ignorance shall follow me all the days of my life,
And I shall dwell in the house watching TV forever.
-- Author Unknown
I have busy few days, but will be back on Wednesday!
