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Fine Tuning the TV Habit

When I wrote the blog post “Deleting without Watching – The Madness and the Guilt” a little over a year ago, little did I know that I was on the cusp of a serious change when it came to my TV habits.

In that blog post, I shared the guilt I felt in deleting programs my PVR had recorded but that I did not even watch. Scandalous… I know!

But in doing so, I was (sort of) following traditional rules of de-cluttering: if it’s been sitting there for a certain length of time and I haven’t watched it, will I ever get back to it? When I was really honest with myself, the answer was pretty clear.

When the new shows rolled out in the fall months of 2016, I gave several programs a chance, but I was getting a little more ruthless in my programming choices. I set a boundary: if after 2-3 episodes I wasn’t really loving the show, why was I still watching? Sadly, only a few survived and remain on my list today. Funny enough, “Designated Survivor” is one of them. (Is art imitating my TV life?)

I hate to admit that using that same rationale, even some shows I enjoyed in recent years have dropped off my must-see list. What happened to the kid who used to push up the national average for TV watching?

You could say that without really thinking about it, I wasn’t watching TV out of habit anymore, I was watching TV with more of a purpose.

Once the bar was raised, the available space on my PVR started increasing… and increasing. And in doing so, not only had I freed up space on my PVR, but time was freeing up in my life as well for things that mattered more. It was a seismic shift. Continue reading

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Top 10 Signs That Game Shows Were My Calling

My high school years were filled with multiple visits to the guidance counselor… I guess I needed a lot of guidance. I fondly remember those chats and the several tests I did to try to find out what I might want to be when I grew up.

This was me in 2007, rehearsing for my Swedish final exam, a grocery pricing game using IKEA products.

This was me in 2007, rehearsing for my Swedish final exam, hosting a grocery pricing game using IKEA products.

Several of the tests seemed to point to the same conclusion: an actuary. Once I had looked it up in the dictionary to figure out what that was, it made sense given my affinity for numbers. But for some reason, it didn’t quite resonate with me.

I have no regrets whatsoever for the path I ended up taking and where I am today. It has been a very satisfying career. But I often wonder why the suggestion of a career in game shows never made it in the dialogue with the guidance counselor.

Let’s face it, the signs were already there as I spent most of the 1970’s watching every game show made. But even today, there are still signs I may have missed my calling.

Here they are: The Top 10 signs that game shows were my calling… and we missed it!

10- I have a playlist of game show theme songs and game show background music on my iPod… and it gets played regularly;

9- I don’t just open curtains, I pull them apart with a flourish, just like the big reveals on Let’s Make a Deal;

8- I can’t just say “yes”, it’s usually an emphatic “You’re aaaabsolutely right!”. Similarly, “no” is often replaced by “Ohhh, I’m sooo sorry”;

7- When I climb a staircase with my suitcase in hand, the Deal or No Deal theme often comes to mind;

6- The last time I did a full day of management testing, I couldn’t help thinking that the activities were like reality show challenges;

5- I still can’t open a combination lock without hearing The Price is Right’s Safe Crackers theme in my head;

4- I still use the expression “phone a friend” at least once a month;

3- I still say “final answer” at least a few times per week;

2- In brainstorming sessions, I can often be found enthusiastically clapping my hands and exclaiming “Good answer! Good answer!”

1- I love walking through multi-panel doors like on certain elevators or in shopping malls… they are just like the ones on The Price is Right. It’s too bad it doesn’t generate the same amount of applause when I walk through.

And a bonus for my Québécois friends: Quand un ami (un peu plus jeune que moi) me donne une réponse favorable, souvent je répondrai: “Deux morceaux de robot”!

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Ivy’s Mysterious Past

When it comes to Ivy the cat, I have to say, I am incredibly lucky. She is a happy cat, relaxed, content, healthy as can be and a delight to have around. She is clearly an extrovert as she loves to be around people and she appears pretty calm around other animals.

After 7 months, she has no doubt of who her adoptive daddy is. I am always here to ensure her needs are met, including a lot of time for play and for chilling together. When I head out the door, she is sad to see me go, even if it is just to put her poop bag in the garbage outside, and she always greets me with open paws when I get home from work.

But every once in a while, she will do a little something out of character that has me asking, “Where did that come from?” Aside from meowing like an ambulance from time to time, she really is perfect in every way which makes a rare quirk easy to disregard, but still makes me very curious as to why.

When she ran into that little feline parasite thing about 4 months ago, I called the Ottawa Humane Society to check into her immunization and treatment history to confirm what else she may require to be completely up to date. At the same time, I had a chance to ask a bit more about her back story from her life as a stray and how long she had been living life “on the streets”.

I teared up to think about little Miss Ivy (currently Queen of this household) living a life of rooting through people’s garbage, looking for shelter, living outside through a winter that seemingly never ended, with no place to call home or a human to call her own to offer her affection whenever she wanted. Who knows how she was able to survive.

I get images of her standing on the street corner, posing by a cardboard recycling bin, with a cigarette in her right paw, seductively meowing to crusty old tomcats, “You wanna date?” just to find warmth and shelter, even if just for a few minutes. How was she able to sustain her catnip habit? Did she have to turn to a life of “pet”-ty crime? It must have been a very dark and lonely life. Continue reading

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