Can someone tell me what time all my favorite shows are on? For those unaware, I have recently moved to amish country. Well, the amish district of Gardena, CA. Here at my parents' house, advertisements for products or services are shown right smack dab in the middle of a TV program or sporting event. Programs are shown during a predetermined, scheduled time slot. Want some milk? Grab a stool and a bucket.
I am on day two of no DVR after some three plus years of this miracle supporting my existence. And in sharing the TV with the ladies of the house, I have gone from six hours a day of playoff basketball, to six hours of Real Housewives of Some County and Real Housewives of a Different Location. But I'm taking it in stride. So far it really hasn't been too bad I want to die this is torture! Ahem, excuse me.
But seriously, I would imagine this is what being a prisoner at Guantanamo Bay is like, and our country should be better than that. This crosses a line. But I'd give up any and all information I have to get myself out of this. Loyalties be damned!
The horror of having to run to the bathroom during a commercial break is something nobody should have to go through. It's inhumane. Yes, Bin Laden is dead, but if I'm forced to decide between The Colbert Report and the fourth quarter of Lakers - Mavericks, have the terrorists already won? Are we really free in a country where I am a slave to the programming guide? It's not the world I grew up in. Or, to put it another way, it is. And I'm not sure how I made it this far.
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