Parallel lives once again, with two of you. Sassy, I've been fighting a descending gloom with no basis for a couple of weeks now. Everything's just too hard, you know? That or too expensive.
Which brings us to cable. Mr. Maryn and I joined the new millennium (hot damn, I spelled that right!) half way by getting a digital TV, mainly because even with his contacts he couldn't read subtitles or scrolling weather alerts or sports scores. So now we have this super TV and it's time to rethink cable packages. Naturally, they don't let you pick a la carte, like they should. I don't watch E! (keep those fuckin' Kardashians away from me!) much, but I'm like that with a lot of the channels, yet I watch them enough that I don't want to say, "Drop it."
So we're balancing various combinations of phone, internet, Netflix streaming, a lower tier of cable, and streaming directly through the laptop connected to Hulu and the various networks. It gets so complicated, though!
Maryn, just not all that bright