Cable TV
We pay over a hundred dollars a month – embarrassingly, probably closer to two – for cable TV and internet. I rarely hold the remote in my hands or sit and “watch something” on our forty-something? inch HD LG. Those tasks have been assigned to my highly-qualified husband.
Hobbies
Fortunately, I rather enjoy my hobbies. I usually paint or write or read. Or watch wildlife just outside my porch, or talk to my mom in the phone. Surf the net in the name of “research”, for painting or writing ideas, or to read news stories about science or space or medical research. And I like playing this one mindless, endless game on my phone.
Every once in a while, though, I like to watch something interesting on the television. A good documentary. Alien-hypothesis shows are my favorite. Kenda is fun to watch, and so are the National Geographic shows.
Shhhh, I Have the Remote, Now
Today, while my husband is taking a short snooze and we are waiting for Irma to come through and cause a messy ruckus, I am flipping through the cable guide to pass away an hour or so – aka, sneaking in some “remote” time. I am hoping to find something geographic, or something science-y or educational.
I have looked up and down the show guide list twice. And it’s a long list. We have stuff way up in the thousands. Nothing educational in my native language that I can see. Look how many bad shows there are. Imagine how many people are creating, and how many are allowing to be created, these bad shows.
Visual Flouride For the Masses
Hundreds, thousands of mind-numbing channels. I don’t want to shamelessly point fingers, but there are A LOT of TV stations offering this mindless, unimportant, irrelevant [stuff] to massive audiences. An exceptionally impressionable and absorbent audience. An audience made up of my kids, the next generation. The young. The aging. The poor and the working class. The rich? Do rich watch programs about pregnant teenagers or naked people living on an island?
Moms, dads, and grandparents. The mailman and the other delivery guy who brings me a box of new paints, or the one who delivers our hot, overpriced pizza. The receptionist at my doctor’s office, my physical therapist, the lady who rings up our groceries.
My husband. Me.
C’est le Prix du Vin
What hurts my mind more is the fact that I just paid a bill for this xxxx/stuff just a couple of days ago. And I’m going to pay for this xxxx again next month. And then again the month after that.
Really, Lisa? Is there nothing on TV from a selection of over one-thousand available choices?
Yep.
ALT TV For We
I think it’s time to start looking into alternatives when it comes to TV time. I’m sure we can find cheaper ways to watch every single baseball game this season. Football’s just around the corner, if not here already. We can find other ways to watch mindless TV until our corneas fall out of our heads.
Oh, look, how cute. Little baby crocodiles on this channel. Oh, no… it looks like they’re getting eaten by the big crocodiles.
Brb.
The original version of this post was published under the pseudonym “Lisa R.” At LivingCodependent.com.
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