If the Remote Control is in the Freezer, Where’s the Ice Cream?

“Afro” did not show up on Logitech’s survey about where people found their lost remotes. (Photo: inventorspot.com)

There's something to be said for those giant touchscreens that stay tethered to the coffee table for controlling your A/V gear: They're difficult to misplace.

As for the rest of today's remote controls -- they just keep getting smaller and smaller, often finding their way into shirt pockets that get thrown into the wash and then your spouse has a fit because you have to buy a new one and reprogram it, which was such a pain in the first place, and he swears he's going to Super Glue the next one to the end table ....

We don't know how many others are like the hypothetical consumer mentioned above, because "pockets" didn't show up on this year's Global Remote Control Trends Study by Logitech.

The manufacturer of Logitech universal remotes surveyed "thousands of people around the world" about the places they have found their lost remotes.

Survey says ...

Couch - 49%
Bathroom - 8%
Dresser drawer - 8%
Fridge/freezer - 4%
Outside or in the car - 2%

Coming soon: Now where did I leave those 3D glasses?

Potty humor at Peabody Hotel, Orlando, Fla.

Ever heard of a toilet tsunami? Neither had we until our commode at the Peabody Hotel inexplicably began bubbling up.

Throughout our three-day stay at this ritzy hotel during the Electronic House Expo, we kept hearing explosions from the bathroom as if the Loch Ness monster were coming up for air.

On the third day, we finally caught the creature in action, as it created a tsunami in the toilet and multiple aftershocks that were both hilarious and disgusting.

Toilet Tsunami


Toilet Tsunami Aftershock

She doth protest too much?

"Attached file is not virus." OK, if you say so.

Thanks for that

I received this "praise" from a CE Pro reader recently:

I always enjoy your writing and your approach.  I'm glad that you speak your mind and say what you want to say without trying to sound all perfect.

Well, I'm assuming it was meant as praise since the reader goes on to say:

Keep doing that.  Most of the other stuff is so boring. 

With that in mind, I promise to continue writing without sounding "all perfect."

I complained that I had no shoes ...

TRUE STORY:
My Mom breaks her left pinky finger.

She's all whining to her tennis teammates at the pro shop before a match. She's a righty so she can still play.

They all get introduced to the new pro behind the counter. Before they hit the courts, Mom goes to shake the woman's hand.

She doesn't have one.