Like many other couch potatoes who take their quality TV time seriously, I hailed the arrival of TiVo as a liberator. Back in the dark ages of TV watching--about four years ago--there were two ways to catch your favorite shows. You could run your life on the networks' schedule, or you could enter VCR-programming hell. Then came TiVo, a miraculous device that remembered what I liked and let me watch it whenever I wanted. But, as I soon learned, TiVo could be tyrannical.
The problem occurred when the machine ran out of room on its puny 30-gigabyte hard drive (space enough...
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