This is why I got cable
Insomnia. Working nights. Needing to have something on sometimes, just to help me wind down.
My time would be much better spent with my old five, fuzzy channels, and more movies than a sane person should have.
At 2:15 this morning, 13 channels were showing infomercials. THIRTEEN! Including one which cut off a movie I was watching and enjoying. It was German with subtitles, and it was getting toward the end and it cut off for an infomercial! Now I’ll never know how it ended, or even what it was.
Out of the remaining 60+ channels I have, several are Spanish language — I wouldn’t mind, except there’s no subtitles, and besides, I took German. Another five or six are devoted to sports. Then we have the glut of 24-hour news channels. C-SPAN, because there’s nothing better to do right now, replays Book TV all weekend. Being a booklover, you’d think I’d like that. Nah. They’re usually talking about books I’d never read.
Though they did have Jon Stewart and his Daily Show crew on a couple of weeks ago. The only time I could actually stomach Book TV. And they played it several times.
Which brings me to a Jon Stewart thing — I’m still reading the parody of an American politics textbook, America. The whole thing is damned funny, but at 2:22 and counting this morning, one thing ties in to my rant the best. There’s a list of what to put on a 24-hour news channel. The problem is, there’s usually very little news. And it goes into very funny detail, in scribbles on legal paper, trying to figure out what to fill 24 hours with.
I’m trying to tell myself to go to sleep now, but I might stick in a video — no more TV; I’ve already determined there’s nothing on, unless I need to buy a fitness system or real estate scheme — and then fall asleep within five minutes. What I’d really like to do is play a computer game, but then I’d never go to sleep.
What’s with us, that we always have to have something engaging our minds?
See my post about marriage and affairs. I think we need to be active as a way of not facing up to our mortality, who we REALLY are.