i miss satellite tv. really. in our old apartment (from way back in the day), we had direct tv, and i couldn't have been happier. our picture was clear and crisp, we got all the "right" stations, and customer service was friendly and chipper. when we moved into this "new" apartment, the landlord put his foot down, as our dish might somehow ruin the facade of our 1920s apartment building. now, he thinks it's ok for him to try to repair pipes, leaks, and moldy fences with little to no knowledge of plumbing and construction. and have the ceiling continue to droopen or wooden boards to fall on my head. or pipes to continue to clog and spit up smurfs who never made it to smurfland. but no, we can't put a dish up where no one except the neighborhood pigeons will see it? eh. so ever since, we've got comcast, where the picture is fuzzy, the color is sometimes off, and the local stations have ghost images. it's atrocious, especially since it's costs (todd) an arm and a leg for the basic yet necessary stations (such as cartoon network and espn).
so my mom was coming to visit this weekend, and i figured i needed to clean up a little bit, so yesterday i recycled a lot of old newspapers and catalogs, and i put away glasses and such. well, somewhere in my cleaning frenzy, i misplaced the remote control. and after turning our whole apartment inside out (literally, we flipped the recliner and lifted the sofa), i thought perhaps i recycled it, as it's the only place i hadn't scrounged around in yet. this morning, i checked the recycling bin, as it's normally picked up on friday... but they picked up this morning! so i've deduced this is a sign, some symbol that comcast is an evil corporation of entertainment and information services greed. and that we should (literally) toss them out the window and pursue other more viable options of (legal) entertainment. like 4 square. and competitive candy land. and picking our noses.