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TWISTED

I mostly watch DVDs.

But we still have a lot of VHS tapes that we bring out occasionally.

Family stuff, pornography. Diversified interests.

Last night I was doing some research on the golden age of porn (I was home alone) and the tape jammed in the machine.

I tried to remove the cassette but it jammed more tightly.

A helping hand with the screwdriver finally released the broken tape but the player's works had been irretrievably jammed.

I tested this a bit with an untwisted tape and held on tightly while I tried to get the machine to get a grip.

It did not.

Weird buzzes.

Perhaps I should have been more gentle with the extraction. I suppose the adrenaline was high given the nature of my predicament.

"Local man jams player while watching X-rated videos".

Whatever.

I went to the Amazon site and typed in VCR.

Guess what?

There aren't a lot of choices.

There are no just-a-VCR's any more.

They are all dual players with DVD.

The good news is that you can have both for less than a hundred bucks.

The low cost of generic, already obsolete technology is unbelievable.

I ordered one. The Sony SLV-D380P DVD/VCR Tunerless Progressive Scan DVD/VHS. Just like the picture only black.

Our old player—the one that won't take a simple screwdriver to its drive—is about 15 years old; a Sony. I don't remember the cost but I bet 500.00.

It was back when you wanted four heads and the only way to get them was to get all the bells and whistles for the recording of teevee shows.

That obsolete.

Anyway, I placed the order for a Sony dual player and now we will have 2 DVD players and one VHS-VCR player.

I hope it comes soon.

I am anxious to get back to watching some family fare; the grandkids, some shots of Cape Cod. Like that.

I haven't even told you about the tape that got fucked up.

It was pretty boring. I was rewinding it when the mishap occurred.

One problem. It was not one of mine.

It was John's.

We have learned that every family member should have his (or her) own fantasy life and so we have separate porn libraries.

Obviously, sometimes, someone, slips across the border.

Lookin' at the high life on the other side.

It was OK.

Turns out that he didn't like this tape much either.

No harm done.

Except to the VCR player. But it was fifteen. A ripe old age.

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