Ah, General Conference, how I love thee. Let me count the ways...
I can get up at 8:30am and have time to get dressed, eat my breakfast and brush my hair instead of my usual Sunday alarm time of 5:30am, wherein I hit the snooze for 30 minutes, shower, dress and run out the door, sometimes with my hair brushed and sometimes not, sometimes with breakfast and sometimes not, to make my early morning meetings.
I don't have to sing a solo because no one else in sacament meeting sings loud enough to be heard. I get to hear the Mormon Tabernacle Choir instead.
No one runs screaming through the room, leaves early, whines, or snipes at their neighbor. Just me and Tarzan, quiet and peaceful.
I don't have to prepare and teach the lesson. I get to hear straight from the Prophet and Apostles. It's like they're in my living room just to speak to me. And I can rewind if necessary and hear a really good part again.
This is me and isn't modern technology wonderful?