It’s 2026. You would think we’d be at the point where DVR services could easily adjust to scheduling changes, but that is apparently not the case. If a sporting event runs over its timeslot, chances are the recording of the show afterwards is going to be all screwed up. If the local news cuts in for a weather alert, the full, proper version of the show is likely never going to be restored, and as I regrettably found out last night, if President Trump schedules a speech during a primetime window, watching Survivor later that night on DVR is not going to be an option.
Saying I’m a big Survivor fan doesn’t quite sell my fandom enough. I’m a full-on crazy person in the deep end of the ocean spearfishing in Fiji. I listen to multiple podcasts a week. I care about things like how many confessionals contestants have in each episode and what sort of tone they seem to be getting from the edit. I plan my week around Survivor, and yet, here I am, the morning after the two hour Blood Moon extravaganza with no idea what happened because President Trump, YouTube TV, Paramount+ and my wife’s book club all accidentally conspired to keep me from watching it.
