Fox On Fox.

Rosie finally came partway into the 21st century, kicking and screaming, when she called her local cable company a couple of months ago about not being able to get the Food Channel, the bastard child of the Food Network, on the TV in the cafegymnatorium room. I didn't even know I was missing it until I walked into Mr. Hawthorne's bedroom and saw it on his menu. Cable companies can be cool when they can fix something over the phone. Or cable. Or howevertheydoit. Like resetting my cable box. The bad thing is I have to give them the serial and model number which is located on the back of the cable box in exquisitely small numbers and letters and my cable box has very short cords that go into the wall and there is no play with the cords and I need my glasses, a magnifying glass, and a flash light. Anyways, back to my leap into the 21st century: While I was talking to the cable guy, I actually asked him about their DVR service since my VCR was slowly dying a painful death. Now, I'm hep to the nines with a VCR. I can program that sucker with my eyes closed. I don't want to go DVR. But, alas, I am forced to. I'm not comfortable with it since it is digital and I'm analog. But not anal. No. I am learning with the DVR. Still would rather have my VCR and tapes. I want a physical thing. So, the good part about the DVR is that I can stop and pause and rewind and forward. Any time I want to. How many times have you heard something on TV and asked, "What did they just say?" Now, I can find out. Last night, I was watching Fox News and caught this fox on Fox. And thanks to my DVR, I could rewind it, grab my camera, and share with you. I had concerns about the professionalism of her outfit. As in, what type of profession? Who wears this on a news show? And what did I miss with her comment about wearing her prom dress?