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Where was I? Oh, yeah. Along with a cast and crew of thousands, I'm nominally house-shitting for next door neighbors Bob and Anne while they are getting their vaca-y on in South America. Very occasionally hanging out with their cats Steve, Charles and Chicken, and watching some free cable. Cable is terrifying. I came over this afternoon, turned on the box, and got the fear.
1) MTV's richest crib havers: a DJ I've never heard of in a house the likes of which I have never seen with a swimming pool filled with water "imported from the Bahamas". He used the term imported 3 times in the 10 seconds I viewed. I clicked over to CNN.
2) Lou Dobbs telling me that Mexicans are going to come and eat my family, steal my jobs and give me salmonella poisoning via electrified grapefruits. I clicked over to VH1.
3) I Love The Oughts. 2006? Michael Ian Black talking about Michael Vick and dogfighting and a Nelly Furtado song. Do I remember that? NO! IT WAS 3 WEEKS AGO!
TV off. That was less than 30 seconds of viewage, and I have not turned on the damn thing since. No, instead I'm reading some Howard Phillips Lovecraft in my own living room and giving blog. But just across the hall, roaring like the screaming banshees of Cthulhu, the Comcast box awaits me.
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Mmmm, tasty Lovecraft. I shall now begin to summon Yog-Sothoth with a little help from the copy of the Necronomicon that I lifted out of the library at Blackburn. That being the real cause of the librarian's drinking habit.
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