Every time I press the power button on the remote, something different happens on the TV. To claim that I enjoy the variety would be a face-saving rationalization. I have enough spice in my life. Need proof? Listen to Samuel Clemens: “Blindness is an exciting business. If you don’t believe it, get up some dark night on the wrong side of your bed when the house is on fire, and try to find the door.” But I needn’t go to extremes. Who needs a house fire when you’ve got a remote control?
All I wanted was to watch a little March Madness. Sheesh! You call this leisure? And I’m not even testing the limits here. Tivo remains a foreign phrase. And descriptive audio, the legislated leveler of the TV playing field, lies somewhere beyond the mythical SAP button, in my techno Never Never Land.
Technological should be logical. Garbage in, garbage out. One or zero. Yes or no. Logic would say that if I do the same thing, like pressing the power button, I should get the same result, like the TV coming on. I feel betrayed when what “should” happen doesn’t happen.
Predictability soothes me. I like the flow of “if…then” statements. Conventional wisdom defines insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Usually, this maxim refers to problematic behavior, like betting on long shots, and expecting them to win. But I don’t consider March Madness problematic.
By doing my same thing and getting different results, have I proven insanity, either theoretically or my very own? Feels like it. Perhaps my lesson is to avoid mixing technology with psychology. Maybe I should just stick to basketball. Let’s see. If I pick all 68 winners, Warren Buffett will give me a billion dollars. Hmmm, I like the odds.