We take our TV watching pretty seriously around here, but I doubt that anyone takes it as seriously as this lady, who allegedly stabbed her friend for channel-surfing.
(That said, at the risk of this being used against me in court someday, I have to admit that sometimes…after a long day of work…when all I really want to do is just enjoy my DVR’ed General Hospital, anticipating scenes with Jason (Steve Burton, pictured)…listening to my husband step all over the "dialogue" and make jokes about the characters and story lines…it’s not so inconceivable I might snap and go after him with something.)
Um, did I just put that thought into print? Help me out here, PopWatchers. You sometimes fight over the remote, right? Or feel your blood pressure go up when your roommate does the dishes during your favorite show? So let’s hear about it: What’s the worst case of remote-rage you’ve ever had (or fantasized about)? Don’t be afraid to be honest — if my hubby can handle it, so can your loved ones!
I’m the same way. I see red whenever people call me on the phone or keep talking to me or to anyone else while I’m watching a favorite show. I particularly hate when I’m watching something I’m enjoying and someone else is just talking to the screen, and bashing the actor or actress, when I’m just trying to enjoy my show.
I got to witness my best friend stabbed her brother in the thigh with a pencil when he wouldn’t give her the remote. Pleasant people, that family. We’re still very much friends.
At my house I watch my favorite shows by myself and sporting events with the family(Steve Burton is definitely a hottie).
My mother is the worst at talking through movies or tv shows. The thing is she`ll leave the room and refuse to let us pause till she gets back, and when she does return, it`s “What happened, who is this, why did they do that?” I have motive and opportunity, now I just need to decide how to do it.
Funny you should mention it
. My roommmate Kylie and I have not talked to our best friend and other roommate for a full 12 hours now because of a TV Incident. Here’s how it happened: Mary, though she is lovely in every other way, has a bad habit of taking phone calls in the middle of movies and TV, and then carrying on her conversation at top volume right there in front of the TV.
Kylie and I have been growing more and more quietly furious, and last night it burst out into not-so-quietly furious. She took a call and started talking loudly, as she usually does, and we sort of…exploded. It escalated into a full-on screamfest, thus the lack of later communication. I’m sure we’ll all get over it, but…it’s funny to me that we’re fighting over the TV. I guess I take it pretty seriously.
I’m more interested in the fact that your guilty pleasure is General Hospital! I am a professional living in New York and never, ever post comments to these things, but the fact that someone else has a GH addiction was too good to pass up commenting on. What’s up with that? Love that Jason! GH is splendid, addictive cheese. And yes, I get comments from the peanut gallery too!
Ok I can’t believe I’m going to admit to this but here I go. A few years ago my sister and I were fighting for the remote control and somehow my right hand was near her neck and I kinda sorta chocked her for a few seconds. I swear I didn’t mean to it was just my subconcious I guess. I’ll have you know that I immediately let go as soon as I realized she was having trouble breathing. Also, we get along much much better now!
I don’t know what it is about Jason, but me and at least four of my friends are just fascinated with that man.
My sister and I watched Gilmore Girls every week for all 7 seasons, so it was special fun bonding time. One year, we had a roommate who would sit with us and talk about how it was the lamest show ever and we were lame for watching it. And she would say it through the whole episode. After a few weeks, I told her to either shut up or leave. I guess she could tell that the other option was for me to shut her up with a fist to the face, so she shut up. I still get mad thinking about it, and this girl is one of my best friends in the world!
Woe be to ANYONE who dares disturb me during Grey’s Anatomy. Never mind the quality of the episodes. For the last 3-1/2 years, whenever this show comes on, my daughter & I demand total silence during the episodes. Same goes for Ugly Betty. My son retreats to the basement, but my husband seems to thrive on coming into the room to tell me something that he absolutely cannot wait to say – or to otherwise interrupt and annoy us. And my mother is infamous for calling at exactly the wrong times for the last 20 years. Throw the remote? Abby, that’s pretty tame around here. Thank goodness ABC now carries the episodes online so I can re-watch them if necessary the next day!
BTW, Abby, I love Jason too! That man could make me leave this happy home in the blink of an eye. Bet you’re loving this week!
In my house growing up it was always my mom. She yells every phone conversation she’s ever had, so you miss all the dialogue to the show you’re watching (even when she was in another room, or it would just be disturbing when you were reading a book wuietly in the living room, but I digress). Or she would fall asleep on the couch, snore through the whole show, and then wake up just as the plot was being resolved and would want you to explain the entire plot to her when all you wanted to do was find out who the killer was (or whatever happened at the end of every episode of the particular show you were watching).
Worst ever was when I was little, and my mom used to VACUUM while “Wonder Woman” was on. Can’t exactly qualify as “remote rage,” since we didn’t even have remotes then (I, being the youngest, was the closest thing my older sister had to a personal remote). But MAN, that used to tick me off! She had one of those ungodly loud canister vac thingies that sounded like it was trying to rip a hole in the space/time continuum every time she stomped it on. And not only that, but it somehow interfered with the TV picture, and I had to contend with all these unsightly lines all over wonderlicious Lynda Carter and the mantastic Lyle Waggoner. I’ve given up my “Wonder Woman” underoos, but I still haven’t forgiven my mom.
My husband talks on his cell phone very loudly and walks around the house while doing so. I’ll turn up the volume very high but he’s still clueless.
My husband changes the channel during the commercial breaks and when turns back to what we were watching, the segment has already started. The most exciting part of most series (such as Grey’s) follows the commercials. I just want to slap him silly.