I'm trapped. I'm doomed. Dear god, what have I done?
About three years ago, I rid myself of the scourge that is cable. They'd taken it to far -- charging me, then losing my payments, then charging me interest. I'd had enough. I cut it off. I went cold cable turkey. It was tough, but I was happier woman for it.
Now, alas, the Cable Cabals have me in their thrall again. How did they do it? They took Buffy off the WB (which I can get reasonably clear reception of at all times) and moved it to UPN (which I can only get via antenna if i stand on the roof during a thunderstorm, which makes it difficult to see the TV.) Buffy and Angel are my TV indulgences -- I'll actually turn down invitations and clear my schedule to watch them. When Buffy moved to UPN, I knew they had me. The bastards.
So I got cable. At first, I was good -- I only watched Buffy and Angel. The recpetion was better, and I was ok with that. Life is good, right? Well, then I found myself flipping channels, and I stumbled across the Crocodile Hunter. (Yeah, Mary, I know, I'm about three years late to this party.) I watched Croc Week. I couldn't help myself.
No big deal, I thought. All is not lost. I got hooked on a special event week. I can quit at any time.
Then I started watching Witchblade on TNT. Stupid show, but amusing. And it's on Tuesdays. So really, it's just a placeholder til Buffy comes back on, right? Nothing serious. I've got it under control.
The Mists of Avalon. Well, I pretty much had to watch that -- feminist fantasy and such. Come on. Special circumstances. I deserve a break on that one, right?
Well, dammit, I just realized that I'm coming close to rock bottom. I just watched the Def Leppard story on VH1, and, god help me, I liked it. I liked it, you hear me! It was silly, and overblown, and the camerawork was annoying as hell, and the makeup was pretty sad, and, and, and,..... I can't help myself. It was good, stupid fun. I liked it. Cable has me in its grip again. Sob!
I've come back to the Dark Side. God help me.
About three years ago, I rid myself of the scourge that is cable. They'd taken it to far -- charging me, then losing my payments, then charging me interest. I'd had enough. I cut it off. I went cold cable turkey. It was tough, but I was happier woman for it.
Now, alas, the Cable Cabals have me in their thrall again. How did they do it? They took Buffy off the WB (which I can get reasonably clear reception of at all times) and moved it to UPN (which I can only get via antenna if i stand on the roof during a thunderstorm, which makes it difficult to see the TV.) Buffy and Angel are my TV indulgences -- I'll actually turn down invitations and clear my schedule to watch them. When Buffy moved to UPN, I knew they had me. The bastards.
So I got cable. At first, I was good -- I only watched Buffy and Angel. The recpetion was better, and I was ok with that. Life is good, right? Well, then I found myself flipping channels, and I stumbled across the Crocodile Hunter. (Yeah, Mary, I know, I'm about three years late to this party.) I watched Croc Week. I couldn't help myself.
No big deal, I thought. All is not lost. I got hooked on a special event week. I can quit at any time.
Then I started watching Witchblade on TNT. Stupid show, but amusing. And it's on Tuesdays. So really, it's just a placeholder til Buffy comes back on, right? Nothing serious. I've got it under control.
The Mists of Avalon. Well, I pretty much had to watch that -- feminist fantasy and such. Come on. Special circumstances. I deserve a break on that one, right?
Well, dammit, I just realized that I'm coming close to rock bottom. I just watched the Def Leppard story on VH1, and, god help me, I liked it. I liked it, you hear me! It was silly, and overblown, and the camerawork was annoying as hell, and the makeup was pretty sad, and, and, and,..... I can't help myself. It was good, stupid fun. I liked it. Cable has me in its grip again. Sob!
I've come back to the Dark Side. God help me.
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