For that matter, who’s gonna force you to pay for stuff you do want to watch, beyond maintaining an internet connection?

Also, I’m not saying this as a joke, I mean this with all the misgivings one would expect: That girl’s gonna get raped before she’s 10, given how she’s been raised so far. “Daddy Issues” doesn’t even begin to cover it. I hope I’m wrong about this.

I’m not kidding.

http://realitytvmagazine.sheknows.com/2012/07/24/americas-got-talent-recap-the-final-12-go-balls-out/

SHAZAM.

 oh how I wait for the day when we can actually pay for just what we want to watch !

Sadly, under the current system, they’re not available ala carte

Eh?

Fuck em, dude. You think things are ever going to work like they should under the old regime? The only way to move this forward is to hurry up and totally break the business model.

Any ethical concerns that keep you chained to some fatcat’s racket be damned. Better to hasten the inevitable, and hope we can figure out a new way of making it work.

IMO it’d be pretty sweet if you could just download whatever content you wanted from the government, who then reimburse the artists out of consolidated revenue. A corollary of ‘information wants to be free’ – humanity wants to be socialist.

(cue “that’s not irony!” posts. No, you’re right – it’s methy.)

Mid-90s, Vegas, 30 minutes before the doors opened for seating for the AVN awards. I’m standing with my group, wondering where our table will be, and I spot the notorious Miss X and her sub (not their real names).

Me: “Oh, look! There’s Miss X. I have to go over and say hello.”

My group gasps in shock and horror: “Bu-bu-bu-but you CAN’T! That’s Miss X! She’ll…she’ll…”

Me, interrupting: “She’ll what? She’s a person. I’m a person. I’m a person who admires the performance art they create. I should thank them for that.”

I walk over. There’s this little extra-wide bubble of space around them that no one dares violate. I walk right in and they both stop talking, turn to me, and glare.

Me, with a perfectly straight face: “Excuse me. I do apologize for interrupting. My name in Ben English and I just wanted to thank you for the art you make. Whenever I’m called on to review one of your films, it’s always a refreshing break from the day-to-day dreck and I really appreciate that. Why, if it hadn’t been for you two, I would have never understood the erotic potential of a hot glue gun.”

They sort of stare at me a moment, processing. At exactly the right moment, I let a little smirk creep onto my face.

Both of them burst out laughing, hug me, and we have a brief, jovial conversation between sincere fanboi and artists.

As I bade them goodbye, I noticed that nearly all conversation nearby had stopped and every eye in the area was on me, some glaring, some confused, some clearly angry. I returned to my group.

My colleagues, clearly shocked: “What the hell happened? How did you get through that…intact?”

Me: “I’m a person. They’re people. No big deal. They seem quite sweet, actually.”

My group just sort of shook their heads and moved slightly away from me. For the rest of the convention and the next couple, I was “That crazy guy.”

Television seems to be in a death spiral.  That said, there are some points of light (i.e. Breaking Bad). 

Why anyone pays for cable anywhere is beyond me. 

Edit: 100% sure. See below; my feeble memory isn’t failing me yet!

Scatology: the study of or preoccupation with excrement or obscenity.

Eschatology: any system of doctrines concerning last, or final, matters,as death, the Judgment, the future state, etc.

I can’t seem to receive it on my ChannelMaster antenna……….Thank God!