There is just one thing — one thing — I miss about having cable television. It strikes me on long quiet afternoons or days when I’m home sick, and I haven’t yet figured out how to fill the gaping void it has left in my life.
See, for the most part, I don’t need cable at all. I don’t watch a lot of TV anymore (more time for writing! Back to NaNoWriMo, heathens!), and when I do get the urge to crash in front of the boob tube, I’ve got Netflix. (That’s how I’ve been bingeing on Buffy. I can’t believe I missed that show when I was a teenager!)
And 99% of the time, that’s perfect. But sometimes… sometimes you just want the wonder of discovery. That random clicking around through hundreds of pointless channels, most of which you never asked for and can’t decipher anyway, until you find something glorious. Or at least something adequate.
There is nothing like clicking randomly until you land on How The Grinch Stole Christmas (the original, of course!) when it’s just started. You have to watch that! Plus Law & Order is always on, so that’s a safe bet when your head feels like it’s exploding from the flu. Or if you’re just needing background noise, there was sports, Food Network, or, my favorite, HGTV.
Plus it was a great fall-back excuse if you got caught watching something you otherwise wouldn’t admit watching ever — what? Oh that? I just stopped on a random channel and it was on.
Yeah, that doesn’t work when you have to choose your show. (Plus it keeps track of what you’ve recently watched, so it’s extra-hard to hide your shame shows and guilty pleasures — I have no excuse for watching 40 episodes of Say Yes to the Dress.)
Netflix, Apple, Hulu and the rest don’t have anything like that. You have to be intentional about what you watch — which, of course, is actually why I dropped cable for those. But still, sometimes I miss it.
Oh well. More time for writing.