Oh, Those British Actors! by Helen Chappell
from cutting out television altogether to instructions on alternate TV delivery so complicated it would take Neil deGrasse Tyson to figure it all out.
I’m seriously considering cutting the cord. I have satellite, but it’s expensive, and frankly, there’s a lot of stuff on there I don’t watch, like sports. Why am I paying for channels I wouldn’t watch if you held a gun to my head? I will admit that television is my electronic babysitter. I turn it on, and most of the time it’s white noise in the background that distracts from the muff ler-challenged pickups and heavy farm equipment that rolls up and down my street at all hours of the day and night. Yep, small-town life. So, cutting the cord is a very big deal for me, even though I only watch a couple of pay channels. I mostly watch the broadcast stations. I got a lot of advice from various friends on Facebook about how to do this, ranging
Just in case I decide to go the alternative route, I ordered my over-the-air antenna, and as soon as my handy guy Tab comes over, we’re going to check it out and see if it works. And, if it does, it’s byebye, satellite. And, it’s your fault, Verizon. If you’d given us à la carte choices, you and I would probably not be going into counseling. As a Luddite, I am suspicious of anything too complicated, electronic or computer-y. Usually such things end up with me sitting on the f loor in tears because it’s not working the way the instructions said it would. I have concluded that engineers and IT 9