(I’ve just got “Tom Sawyer” stuck in your head all day. You’re welcome, Internet)
While I haven’t gone all out in becoming one of those people, I decided, when I moved to the new apartment, to discontinue my cable service. From now on I’m only paying Comcast for Internet. I suppose talking about how important an Internet connection is will only be informative to the space aliens who find and decode this post off of WordPress’s servers one hundred thousand years from now – because hey, we all know the Internet’s great – but it struck me hard on Saturday. I finally felt this comforting sense of homecoming once I had milk and bread in the fridge, a fully assembled queen size bed, and a live Internet connection.
So with Internet and a glossy 19″ iMac, I really don’t need cable. Now that the greatest show that the medium of television has yet to produce has gone off the air, what am I missing? Battlestar Galactica and 30 Rock can be found on Hulu (or even less savory corners of the Internet). If there’s a big Red Sox / Ravens / Celtics game, I could use the excuse to go to a bar, or a friend’s apartment, and watch it socially. And most “really, really awesome shows” (1) aren’t, or (2) will be available on DVD if they stand the test of time.
Do yourself a favor and bookmark this post for eight months from now, when I bemoan my inability to see Burn Notice or Mad Men or any of the dozen shows I have probably forgot. Until then, I’m just that kooky eccentric living alone on the hill.