"..And on the eighth day God created the DVR.."

God bless the DVR (Digital video recorder).
I remember back in the eighties when my family got our first VCR, I thought I heard the angels singing and thinking "Could it get any better than this?" I mean I could buy a single blank video tape and put as many as 3 movies on it. Yeah, okay, the picture quality suffered with 3 movies on one tape, but hey, I could watch them over and over again.
Jump forward to March 2007. After a couple of months of consideration and a nudge or two from my wife, I decided to upgrade my cable package to include high-speed Internet, digital phone service, expanded cable channels and a new cable box with DVR. It took me less than an hour to realize the gem I had added to my television set-up. I could pause "live" tv, rewind, playback and not miss one minute of anything!! I don't have to miss what the weather will be or the highlights of the Browns game, or watch Tony Stewart complaining about someone during NASCAR.
Here is the downside. In the year that I have had my DVR, I have noticed a disturbing realization. I can record the dumbest things with just a touch of a button. I have found myself recording things that, when I look back at the recorded items, I have to scratch my head and wonder what I was thinking. It is amazing how with 60 hours of available space, I have managed to have close to 35 hours of crap! It is just too easy to be looking through the on-screen tv guide to say to myself, "hmm, that looks interesting" and hit the record button, only to find later that I have lost my mind...I just recorded "Oprah".
I looked through the book that came with my DVR, but found nothing about "Degenerative Intelligent Recording Syndrome" . I am just thankful that the "Vagina Monologues" are not on any channels that I am capable of recording. I believe that I have begun to lose the ability to make intelligent recording decisions. Someone should take the remote away from me before I humiliate myself by setting the DVR to record every "American Idol" broadcast or one of those stupid dance shows with Marie Osmond.
Every person who owns a DVR has their dirty little secrets hidden inside that convenient little box. The first step is to admit it. I have. Can you?