didn't love the boy too much you just loved the boy too well

By Debjournal

A strange and wondrous thing happened yesterday morning: my apartment block has finally limped into the 1990's.

That's right: I now have honest-to-god TV reception.1

And once I'd dutifully tuned all the channels, it took me all of TEN SECONDS to discover that there was absolutely nothing on but strident and condescending advertising.

Man, I have not missed that bombardment of sitcom-studded advertising one bit.2

  1. Not, you know, the digital channels. They're beyond the reach of my doddering old TV set. It's not just my apartment building that struggles with embracing the future, it seems. [↩]
  2. Bet I fall back into the habit of having it on in the background anyway. [↩]