Yesterday, I called to cancel the cable.
Today, the same guy who installed it seven months ago showed up to take away the box.
"You're the person who hadn't had TV," he said. "I remember you!"
"Yes," I said. "I decided I didn't want it anymore."
That was only half-true. For now, I downgraded service to broadcast. Just in case.
But in case what? I'm already wondering. The set's only been turned on a dozen times since I got it, and then, usually for college football on Saturdays. Maybe for 60 Minutes a couple of times. And that one-time 10pm Leno debut. After that, like everyone else, I never bothered.
I feel confident that anything I need to see or know about, I'll see or learn about without Time-Warner. And I'll be saving forty bucks a month in the process.
Now, time to rid myself of the Netflix subscription I never use.....
But I've answered the raison d'etre behind this blog: TV or Not TV. Not is the answer.