It pains me to admit this, but the evil cable people may have a point. There's something, shall we say, undignified about standing on my tiptoes, leaning out the back porch window with a hairdryer and a paint scraper, trying to chisel a four-inch slab of ice off of my satellite dish so I can get my Daily Show fix.

This is a new problem, because I was too much a wimp to go up on the roof and take care of the gutters before the snow fell. The gutters are apparently clogged, so the ice is building up and dripping over. This leads to enormous icicles, and when the sun shines, they melt onto the dish, which then refreezes. I tried to see if the tenant could be conned onto going up on the roof to take care of it, but alas, he's not an idiot.