Survivor Lindsey Richter |
HOLLYWOOD - That's right. Just 10 days.It doesn't sound so bad. You still get the broadcast networks. You still get entertainment.
I, a self-confessed TV junkie, was recently forced to go 10 days without cable after my service went down. The cable company promised they were sending someone out to my place to check it out, but it wouldn't be anytime soon. So I was stuck with broadcast TV for a while, like it or not.
This raised a question: how badly do we really need cable TV? And how did this tube-addicted TV writer cope for a week and a half?
Day One
I'm disappointed but collected, flipping through the 20 channels I still have--about 400 times. Sitcoms devoid of the com. Suddenly Susan reruns. Infomercials for rotisserie grills.
However, I have videocassettes with episodes of Band of Brothers on them. Whew.
Day Two
Frustration. UPN. Rotisserie grills again.
So it's back to Band of Brothers. I'm starting to salute people at work.
Day Three
Emmys night. I have to work until 3 a.m. Nothing but CBS. Hmmm. What was I worried about in the first place? I can do this.
Calm.
Day Four
Monday Night Football on ABC. Broncos at Raiders. Watchable.
I'm literally amazed. This is getting easier.
Day Five
No, this is getting disturbing. I realize I'm growing dumber. No FOX News. No CNN. My coworkers talk about Afghanistan and I just nod. They mention a Taliban-controlled town named Candy Bar--or something like that--and the nodding continues full-force.
I'm in dire need of some real info. Award-winning coverage. I get home and flip to the local news and learn that a guy in the next county caught a really big snake under his house.
Day Six
Wednesday. Good. West Wing.
Now here I can learn what the president's up to. It's just as good as real life, right?
Nope.
Insanity looms. I fear for my mental health.