A New Addiction (Of Sorts)

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Yesterday, I told you about my TiVo, about how I’m “booping up” old shows and other odd assorted things that it’s finding. My theory on the TiVo is that every TiVo, each and every individual one, has it’s own personality of sorts. My first one was murder-literally. If there was a murder on TV, why, it would find it. Charles Manson biopics complete with body counts and bloody weapons on display? Yup, recorded it. My second TiVo appeared to like cooking shows and shows featuring top models. Obsessed with food or perhaps a case of TiVo eating disorder? I don’t know, but I do know that I watched a disproportionate number of cooking shows for a long time and now I feel I can almost boil and egg, though, I have to wonder, who eats boiled eggs these days?

My new TiVo, it would appear, likes something different.

There’s this show on the home and garden TV channel called, I swear I’m not making this up, “House Hunters International.” Now, there *used* to be a show, on the same home and garden TV channel called “House Hunters” but this “International” show is different in so many ways.

For starters, the “House Hunters” show followed a family (couple, single dude, whatever) looking for a house. They would march through (typically) three choices, poke in the cupboards, peek under the sinks, and do all the things people did while browsing real estate. Then, we were, ahem, “treated” to them talking into the camera, saying things like “the closets were too small” or “the yard needs fixing.” (How can one really “fix” a yard? Ah, but I digress.) Anyway, it was a show that was kind of…well…interesting…interesting but not too exciting. It just didn’t “wow!” me, let’s put it that way. I mean, often they were looking in the same subdivision and, frankly, there’s not all that much different between three homes that are almost next door to one another.

Not “House Hunters International,” no. For some reason, when I come home from work, and I’m eating my dinner, I’m plunked down on my comfy couch and I’ve got fork and bowl in hand, chowing down, I love to watch this show. This show goes everywhere, and I mean *everywhere* looking at real estate. I’ve seen chalets in Slovenia, apartments in Hong Kong, breezeways in Belize, I’ve marveled at the closest in Istanbul and pondered the kitchens in Portugal. Seriously. *everywhere.* I’m going around the globe looking at real estate all the while never leaving my couch. (It’s like the ultimate in “you’re lazy so we’ll bring it to you” style of entertainment we all know and love so well.)

I’m so addicted now. The Italy week “marathon” was hard to get over. I mean, seriously, who doesn’t want to find a cheap farmhouse in Guardia Lombardi and fix it up to their liking? And the tropics? Oh, the tropics? I mean, who would not want an eight-sided tree house with a pool in Belize or a condo in the Turks right on the beach?

Ok, it’s official. I’m addicted. They don’t have rehab for this sort of a “travel bug” do they?

Until next time…