Ah, the glamorous life of a jet-setting tech enthusiast! Last weekend, I was at FOSDEM in Brussels, soaking up the electric atmosphere of open-source brilliance and arguing about the merits of systemd over a Belgian beer. As the weekend wound down, a friend tried to convince me to extend my adventure and head to ConfigManagementCamp in Gent. "Come on," he said, "it'll be fun!" But I stood firm. "No," I declared, "I need to go home."
"Why? What’s so important at home?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
I hesitated. The truth was, I didn’t have a good answer. I just felt like I needed to be home. Maybe it was the allure of my own bed.
Fast forward to me walking through my front door, dumping my bags, and flopping onto the sofa. I reached for the TV remote, ready to unwind with some mindless telly. But no. The screen lit up with those soul-crushing words: "Searching for the latest software..."
Ah, the Sony TV running Google TV. A marvel of modern technology, capable of streaming 4K cat videos and reminding me that even my telly is smarter than I am. But here’s the kicker: it wasn’t even installing the update yet. Oh no. It was just searching. Like a digital detective on the world’s slowest stakeout.
And there it was. The universe’s punchline. I’d rushed home for this, to sit and watch my telly think about updating.
So, if anyone ever asks why I couldn’t make it to ConfigManagementCamp, I’ll just show them the photo of my TV, mid-search, with the caption: "Sorry, mate. My telly’s on a quest for software. It’s a whole thing."
Sometimes, duty calls. And sometimes, it’s your TV Googling itself.