As you may know, I’ve lived without cable for all of my adult life, “adult life” being defined as the time since I started signing leases and paying rent. I made the decision to abandon television during the harrowing days of the 2000 election. I was a recent college grad, and I was working at a Colorado Casino stage managing “Island Holiday: A Mariah Carey Christmas.” It was just about as awesome as you can imagine, based on that title and the fact that it was a 45-minute musical review starring a Mariah Carey impersonator, a Santa Claus, a Mrs. Claus, some elves, and four showgirls. We did two shows a night, six nights a week, and then we had the rest of the day to ourselves.
This meant that I had a lot of time to hang out in my hotel room and watch TV, including every last minute of the television coverage of hanging chads, Supreme Court battles, and pundits pontificating. And then they handed the presidency to that guy, and I couldn’t believe that I would have to spend the next four years listening to him mangle the English language while trying to govern the country. So I made the decision to turn off the TV until he and his conservative misdirection were gone from my television.
I was sure he’d be gone by 2004. I mean, how could someone so mismanage the country and not get the boot? I mean, some of his actions are downright criminal. Surely, if we can impeach someone for getting a blow job, we can impeach someone for allowing torture and starting a war with the completely wrong country, right? Wrong, as you all know. So I kept the TV off.
While I was away, a great many changes happened in TV land. The year 2000 was the debut of “Survivor,” the granddaddy of reality-based game shows. I watched every episode diligently, and then I never wanted to watch that show or any other scheming battle-like show again. But evidently, TV viewers disagreed, and reality is the new reality. I seriously don’t understand why anyone enjoys watching these shows, but then again, I don’t understand why anyone would vote for the Republican party, even though almost half the country did. (Although, let’s never for get that it was LESS THAN HALF in 2000…)
I’m digressing here, mixing my politics and television. My other point here is that while a certain segment of TV was getting worse and worse, another segment was getting better and better. Since 2000, TV has brought us 30 Rock, Arrested Development, Heroes, Lost, The Office, Pushing Daisies, Rescue Me, Six Feet Under, The Sopranos, Sex and The City, The Wire, and of course, Battlestar Galactica. These shows are all so much better than the shows of my youth, including the ones that I was too young to watch. And the other wonderful invention of the past eight years, Netflix, has allowed me to rent all these television shows and catch up on the entire series at once, like the addict that I am. When I do, sometimes I’ll get an inkling to hook up the cable again. But then I remember that in order to watch any of these shows I have to be home at a specific time and place, and they are liable to be interrupted at any time by a state of the Union speech.
Here I am at my new place now. I’ve gotten the internet hooked up so I can be online anytime, anywhere day or night. The guy from Verizon who installed my system told me that Verizon cable may be available in my area soon, so I might get a discount if I wait and get both services through the same company. But, he suggested, in the meantime, I should just see if the cable coming out of my floor is live, because often in these apartment complexes, they don’t turn off the cable from the previous tenant.
So I tried it.
It worked.
My crappy, dirty 27-inch TV which I got for free from The Gray Boy’s mom that takes about 10 minutes to warm up before the sound comes in clear, is showing TV! But there is a hitch. The remote control to the TV doesn’t work, because I’ve never needed it before. I was forced to pick a station and stick to it as I watched TV last night. That station ended up being Fox, showing their new game show “Hole in the Wall.”
For those of you who may be blissfully ignorant of TV, “Hole in the Wall” is a game show where people have to jump through a HOLE. IN. THE. WALL. If they miss, the wall knocks them into a pool of water. WTF? This is where TV has come in the past eight years? The good shows have gotten great and the bad shows have gotten to jumping through a hole in the wall. And Flying Spaghetti Monster help me, if I have to watch that kind of crap on top of this kind of crap for the next four years, I’m leaving that thing unplugged. From the linked video:
Interviewer: “What experience does [Governor Palin] have in the field of national security?”
McCain: “Energy.”
It makes me want to crawl into a hole in the wall. But sadly, the wall is moving at me fast, and is threatning to slam me into a pool of brackish water.