App Rec: TVShows

I'm not a huge TV watcher, and because there are so few shows I'm into I don't operate on a "TV schedule" - the few shows I watch, I'm always missing because I don't think of it until I look at the clock and realize I've missed all but ten minutes. And once I miss enough episodes, I'll give up entirely.

TVShows (can be downloaded from its iusethis page) has rekindled my love of the few shows I bother with, and while it's probably not the best thing I have one more excuse to waste my life in front of the computer, it's still an awesome app.

It's an automatic torrent search app - you open it, choose a tv show to subscribe to, and it'll ask you where you want to start: with the next aired episode, or an older one. Lather, rinse, repeat for however many shows you want, then quit. TVShows will keep its search running unobtrusively in the background, and automatically download and open a torrent file when it finds one for the next episode (the timing varies; I get new Simpsons episodes within half an hour of airing, Lost usually shows up Friday morning).

The one thing you need to know is if you have Opera installed (which you do if you have Adobe CS3), TVShows will automatically try opening the torrents in Opera. Easy enough to fix, just right-click > Get Info on one of the torrent files, tell it to Open With [torrent app of choice] and Change All.

For the non-Mac users: The Lifehacker post where I found TVShows mentions a Windows alternative.

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Everyone be proud of me. I just made two phone calls without getting all anxiety-crazy.

I suppose the upside to the crippling anxiety is that something miniscule like that makes me all proud of myself.

In other news my car battery's dead and I just spent half an hour in the parking lot waiting for someone I could accost to jump it for me. No one came or went. Why is my parking lot a ghost town the one day I actually intend to deal with people. This would not be a problem if Elli were home.

This is what I get for waiting until I quite literally have nothing but peanut butter to eat (and two pop-tarts I stole from Elli. I may steal two more. Not that a peanut-butter-only diet isn't awesome) to go grocery shopping. Dear car, please just revive yourself for me thanks.