Nervous Changes part deux

In order to cancel the big cable package, you have to take the box back to Comcast. The box AND the remote. I didn't realize how attached I was to the remote until the customer service lady asked me if I wanted a moment alone with my remote before I turned it in. I left it sitting there as sad looking as a dog watching its master drive away down a country road.

I came home and plugged the cable wire that used to be attached to the box onto the old tube TV. Big mistake. Turns out the only thing keeping the TV working was the cable box. It no longer had any volume control, and when you try to change the volume the TV turns off. I'm sure I scared the hell out of the lady upstairs because at one point, the volume jumped up to the full setting. It was on some loud commercial with screaming guitars and scantily clad women yelling, "Woohoo!" and since I was sitting right in front of the TV, I got it full blast.

I think I'm deaf in one ear now.

I called Matt and he came over to check out the problem and diagnosed that the TV was a piece of crap held together by only the magic duct tape of Comcast electronics. Thanks to his discount at Best Buy where he's a master commercial installer, I have a TV that's smaller than the computer screen on my desktop PC. It's a better picture, but I can't see it from all the way over here. The old tube TV was about 50 pounds of 25" and this new TV is 10 pounds of 22". Aesthetically, visually, and remotely, this thing is smaller, but the goal was to watch less TV. When I said I wanted to watch less TV, I didn't mean watching a SMALLER TV.

I did also discover that the $16 package through Comcast has a lot of my favorite channels, including, unfortunately, the channel that shows Ghost Hunters.

Ghosts in HD.

Lordy.