Cable TV is dead! I’m not kidding. I believe this is the week that I will finally call and cancel my cable. I’ve been wanting to do it since January, but the fee — fee! they charge to cancel but not to restart, bastards — has been getting me down. Also the TiVo starts looking sad whenever I talk about this, because it senses that it is next.
Anyway, why is cable dead? Because I am convinced that I can get anything I want to watch via Internet. Including “The Daily Show.” Not only are there random download sources out there (and the Comedy Central Web site, which often has the segments I want for free), but now iTunes is offering a “multi-pass” for the show: for $9.99, you get the current episode and the next 15 new episodes automatically downloaded to your computer. As the only other show I’m currently interested in is on network TV, I don’t see how my cable bill can be justified. I used to think CNN was something I couldn’t live without, but it turns out, eh. No. Don’t really need it. I have my Internet, I have my newspapers, I have my radio, I’m cool. P.S. Wolf Blitzer, I hate you.
Also, I’ve decided to give the Brita Water Pitcher a second chance. Thus begins a two-month experiment (I made a water tag). I had bad experiences with The Brita in college — namely, it always seemed to taste like chlorine — but perhaps with careful attention to the filters and all, this could be avoided. I’m picky about my water. If I were writing up a Dick Cheney-esque rider for hotel rooms, I would include 16.9 oz. bottles of room temperature Dasani water (alongside the cavernous fridge full of Diet Pepsi and Tofu Pad Thai). Room temperature! Very important. I like room-temp bottled water, then cold bottled water, then water with ice, and finally, ice-cold water. This may be the downfall for The Brita. I’ve lived with me for 26 years, and this is what I’ve learned about myself. I am picky about water.
I had a very harsh and serious talk with me yesterday about conserving money and trying to save ahead of the lean two years at grad school that are coming up. Apparently, I was so hard on myself that I felt the need to comfort shop, and bought a new $27 Calphalon pan from amazon.com. Oh, me.