by Anniemosity

It is currently 1:15pm on a Friday and I can tune into MTV and see Jack White rocking out with Lou Reed or see Heidi Klum kicking someone off on "Project Runway" or an effing True Hollywood Story on Chastity Bono. Samantha and Amanda had plans earlier, but those were cancelled as soon as the television was flipped on and a "What Not To Wear" marathon was discovered.

Cable Television. For pop culture aficionados such as Samantha and myself, it is probably the worst idea. At any given point, I can find a biography on a fucked up celebrity or some kind of countdown show or even a show from my childhood (which, coincidentally, is in the middle of a marathon). My day goes down the toilet in a matter of seconds. Are they going to fix that woman's sense of style in thirty minutes? Will there be a resolution for Cory and Topenga's issue? These burning questions have to be answered before I do the laundry or run my errands.

Fuck cable, man.

PS: I'm getting cable.


(watch for Why Brandon Flowers Should Never Have Grown That Nasty-Ass Moustache... coming... soon?)