So when I was growing up, I had a little side job that was different than mowing lawns or tossing newspapers. I was the technical support for the mysterious blinking VCR syndrome. I’m convinced that across America MILLIONS of VCRS were all simultaneously blinking 12:00…12:00…12:00… I’d come in, pick up the remote, set the clock and just listen to ooos…awwws…. anyway, I made a lot of soda and comic book money as the VCR Whisperer. I completely understand Grandma’s feelings here, and I think there’s more than a little truth to it!