I wish that little marmalade squee was here.
I wake up at 4:40 to find it’s really 3:40, and, thinking I’ll get in on the last of the “Luther” episode before “New Tricks” comes on, I find the TV is out again. The little black box is a piece of doo-doo and I’m ready to disconnect it.
I will be so glad when I get to Utah where sanity is the rule.
(The more I think of it, the more I believe I will disconnect the little black box. It’s there to prevent people from installing an illegal channel box, and in a year and 10 months, Cox will begin charging us for the thing to the tune of $2.99 a month, per TV. Actually, it’s just another way to make money. They are too greedy to let the channel thieves bypass their exorbitant prices.)
If we had a free system with pay-per-channel, it would work much differently. I heard an ad the other day on the radio (Tom was listening to Sirius Patriot on my phone) for “unbundled” cable channels, and the “amazing innovation” was that the basic package was 50 channels, after which you could buy other channels in groups of ten. This was described as, “Pay for only the channels you watch.” Buncha swindlers.
It’s a nice sunny morning here. I had to pick Sally up at church at 0700. She gets 15 minutes for a shower, and then I’ll have to make sure Bill is up in time to get to work at 8:30.