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judecorpSo Cable has been in my home for 3.5 days and already I can feel the brains in the household being sucked into that cathode ray tube. Yes, even the cats - their slotted eyes are glazing over with digital bits of mindnumbing media. Soon they will be flipping channels and hiding the remote control from each other.
It's no secret that I am resistent to the evils of Cable Television. I have never paid for cable. In fact, I have had cable three times in my life: in my childhood home, in the college dorm room that I shared with Jodie, and in my first apartment alone with A. The common denominator in this equation is that each time, I lived with someone who set up, purchased, or in other ways arranged for said cable television. When I lived alone in the dorm I distinctly did not bring a coaxial cable with me. Oh, the power!
Due to the appeal of the "cable/internet discount package" and the promise of "free installation," I have allowed Basic Digital Cable into my home for three months at the reasonable price of $18/month. No big deal, right? It's a money-saver after all. But I am already going bonkers. I suppose I am going to be one of those dreaded parents who only allows PBS and limits screen time. In the past three days, Jennifer has flipped channels and studied the digital channel guide so much that I am going cable crazy.
Yes, I have watched a few programs, and have lost brain cells to shows like "E! True Hollywood Story: American Idol." I am ashamed, nearly enough to feel the need to embroider a scarlet C on my shirts and sweaters. There is Cable Television in my home and I think I am breaking out into hives.
Save me!
It's no secret that I am resistent to the evils of Cable Television. I have never paid for cable. In fact, I have had cable three times in my life: in my childhood home, in the college dorm room that I shared with Jodie, and in my first apartment alone with A. The common denominator in this equation is that each time, I lived with someone who set up, purchased, or in other ways arranged for said cable television. When I lived alone in the dorm I distinctly did not bring a coaxial cable with me. Oh, the power!
Due to the appeal of the "cable/internet discount package" and the promise of "free installation," I have allowed Basic Digital Cable into my home for three months at the reasonable price of $18/month. No big deal, right? It's a money-saver after all. But I am already going bonkers. I suppose I am going to be one of those dreaded parents who only allows PBS and limits screen time. In the past three days, Jennifer has flipped channels and studied the digital channel guide so much that I am going cable crazy.
Yes, I have watched a few programs, and have lost brain cells to shows like "E! True Hollywood Story: American Idol." I am ashamed, nearly enough to feel the need to embroider a scarlet C on my shirts and sweaters. There is Cable Television in my home and I think I am breaking out into hives.
Save me!
