There I was, happy as a clam, watching the season finale of SURVIVOR, working out on the Pilates and wondering big time if it would be Colby or Parvati who would be voted out at the first of tonight’s two Tribal Councils. Here’s a couple of hints about what is going to follow: (1) I capitalized “Tribal Council” and (2) I know that Colby’s last name is Donaldson and Parvati’s is Shallow.
Then the cable went out.
I called a friend who lives nearby and left voice mail, somewhat frantic sounding I’m sure, to find out if her cable was out too. I waited a short time then called Brent to find out if Colby was still safe or if he, indeed, got the boot tonight. He did.
Then I called Time Warner. A recording told me there was no need to hold for a representative because they were working on the problem. Hmpf. So, OK, I hung up. Then I remembered that, theoretically, I can watch TV on my computer because it is equipped with a “TV Tuner”. Sure, maybe someday I will figure out how that works. Then I roamed around the Internet searching for some way, some how, to watch tonight’s program. No luck. Fingers crossed I didn’t pick up any wormy little viruses during my exploring.
I finally threw in the towel and went to Twitter and read that Sandra won as the player who “Out Played, Out Lasted, Out Witted” the others (at least I think that’s what the three Outs are). I thought “OK, I can watch the show this week on CBS or Hulu. Then…..
I started to realize how hooked in I am to “my shows”. And how, OK, I’ll admit it, how angry I was when I realized that the cable was not coming back on anytime soon. I don’t think it is wrong to enjoy TV, or movies, or reading, or making art, or any of the other things I enjoy. I just found it revealing to know how much I could be affected by such a little thing as…. the cable going out.