My justification for canceling the cable, well for 1. It's a lot of freaking money! Money I could be wasting on fabric or nice clothes or exotic trips to Australia... or dare I say saving (that's laughable) 2. I have recently decided that Charles and I do not spend enough time together. When we are together we are sitting in front of the TV arguing over watching PTI (dumb sports show) vs. "Little People: Big World". In my dreams the cable will be canceled and Charlie and I can sit on the couch giving each other foot massages, talking about intellectual things (like the War or the Economy) and gazing lovingly into each other eyes. I know I know, I said dream world, okay! 3. I could be spending my time doing much more productive things than watching TV. Do I really need to watch "Mermaid Girl" on TLC for the 3rd time? Or "Worlds Tallest Children"; "Project Runway"; "Trauma: Life In The ER"; "House Hunters"; "16 and Pregnant"; "True Life"; "Gilmore Girls"; or any of the other mindless crap I tend to choose? Are these shows making me any smarter? I doubt it. Although the other day someone was talking about high blood pressure caused by pregnancy and I responded "Oh, do you mean preeclampsia?
*I should mention here that we did not fully cancel the cable. No, No, we are not that strong. We switched to "basic cable" which is $15 a month, much less than the $65 we were paying. The main reason for keeping some (all 23 channels, only 11 of which are worth watching) is because if you only get one service the price goes up for that service. So the two possible options were to pay $60 for internet alone and be forced to stand on our heads trying to get "World News Tonight with Charles Gibson" from the digital converter box, or pay $60 for internet and all 10 channels of "basic cable".*
After my session with my client was over I ate lunch, complained no less than 4 times about having to meet the cable man, and talked about how I had metaphorically gorged myself on TLC last night, like a prisoner eating his last meal before being executed. Then I came home to wait. I decided to work on the baby project I have been trying to finish. At approximately 4 pm my phone rings "Oh no" I think, "The devil man has come to take my cable!" I answer, and an automated voice says; "We at the cable company would like to ask you 3 questions about the service you were provided today, blah blah blah" At this point I was too shocked to listen. Service, what service? No one came? No one knocked!?! I quickly turned on the TV "Out of Service" was all that showed up on the channel that used to be MTV!
NOOOOOOOO! My cable was gone. ("My world, my beautiful world") I really wanted to have some dirty man with his butt crack showing to come into my house and rip the cable box from my desperate hands. I wanted to have someone to blame, a face to think of and despise whenever I was bored and lonely and wanted to watch "Divine Design" or "Help: I'm a Hoarder". Someone to hate. Instead I am left here with only myself to blame, I can only hate me for putting myself in this misery. Or I suppose I could hate/blame Charlie for being the one who called the company in the first place. But I think that might put a damper on our intellectual conversations next to the open fire place (not to mention that we don't even have a fire place).
Now I am off to find something "productive to do" (I hate myself already, I could be watching re-runs of Gilmore Girls right now)