As I've mentioned more than once, I don't watch television. I don't have some moral objection to television. It just seems a major waste of time. The other night, my granddaughter called me to tell me that Josh Groban was singing on television. So I dutifully went into the bedroom where our television lives (so that that house hunk can watch football during the season) and turned on the TV. And waited. And waited. Finally caught Mr. Josh singing for perhaps two minutes. This was after watching a telethon for cancer for about forty minutes. Ack.
Again, it's not that I have a moral objection to telethons. I just don't want to watch one. Anyway, I wandered away and went back to my very important occupation of making beaded hair piks. So I suppose you're wondering what I'm waffling on about. It's about the lack of quality television. Cable was supposed to open our homes to the wonders of quality television programming. Not so. Now we have a hundred channels of reruns.
Oh, I know. Whenever I go to my daughter's house, the television seems to run non-stop. And you can flick through the channels every hour, looking for quality programming only to find yourself stuck with cartoons, CSI reruns, cooking shows, gardening shows, decorating shows, sports of an infinite variety, and British soap operas.
When we moved here, the cable cost was beyond our budget. Without cable we are able to receive about four channels. Three of them have snow from interference. By the time we could afford cable, I had long since succumbed to boredom and found something else to do with my time. And I no longer have a desire to watch television. Because let's face it. One hundred channels still didn't do the trick.