B. Mann Consulting

A man from the cable company came by today, asking if I was Mike somebody-or-other. Nope, I wasn't. Well, did I have cable, and was it working? Nope, I didn't have cable, and I wasn't interested, even with free installation. He said fine, and proceeded to knock on the door of the apartment next to us, which doesn't have anyone living in it.

I went back to playing with Animal Noises and didn't think any more of it.

After dinner, I thought I might watch The West Wing. Good show -- perhaps wishful thinking about what the American administration could actually strive for.

Blue screen of death. In this case, on the TV. No more cable! See, the little wire in the wall had been giving us many, many channels for over a year, since we moved in. And now it was gone. Our old place, we didn't have cable for 2 years. Then we had it again for a year. Kind of like a drug.

I'm glad it's gone. It was getting a bit much. I was drugging myself, sometimes to keep awake, sometimes to go to sleep.

I hooked up the radio antenna on the stereo again (it's just a wire, and the end is fiddley and falls out of the connector on the receiver). We listened to CBC in the background and read some books on the couch.

I got Michael Crichton's Travels for my birthday from Kate.

Goodbye, Mr. Cable. I won't miss you.