On Saturday, Carlos and I were dragged kicking and screaming deeper and deeper into the 21st century. We had the good folks at AT&T bundle--sounds like a Christmas gift, huh?--our cell phones, house phones, internet service and cable TV in one feel swoop.
It'll actually cost us less each month ::::Bonus:::: and, to top it off, we get this thing they call a DVR or some-such. It hooks up to the TV and records the programs digitally; now, I won't miss one second of Lost, and I can backtrack to see if that really is a smoke monster. No more choosing between modern Family and Glee--although it isn't really a choice....I'm a Gleek. But, and this is where the witchcraft comes in, you can pause your regular TV if you, say, get a phone call, or want something from the kitchen, or need a bathroom break, and then you can start it up again. RIGHT.WHERE.YOU.LEFT.OFF!!!
It's a Christmas Miracle.
Then, while glancing through our new channels--and we got just the basic package--there are like 500 channels, and, well, Bruce is right.....nothing's on. But then I stopped at one channel and discovered there is a whole channel devoted to the, ahem, Gays. That's right. FagTV. Or the QueerNet....No, Logo. Yeah, Logo, which I never knew was a gay word!
We are catching up with the rest of the world. Smallville rules!