Watch AMC for Mad Men and Breaking Bad, there is no other reason for
you to tune in.
Crawls and bugs -- nice one. I quit then editing commercials out of
movies I'd digitize. They used to horrify me -- what next, permanent
banners affixed beneath programmes touting syndicated self-
congratulatory footnotes of viewing for sponsored recommendation.
Though never had that granularity, quite a specific channel seen for
pretty much a schedule guide just between -- anything worth taping.
Bravo, TCM, AMC, & etc. Bravo went gay for awhile, now it's not or
doesn't appear to be much else;- flipping through and see something
but nothing in advertising annoyances, often enough beginning to end,
to The History to National Geographic Channel. Seeing in the abscence
of rude reminders and short orders to stop for first having forgotten
to mute out a barrage of blather between. Though do I suppose I miss
MTV, the babysitting channel, ever so often, now and then.
--
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
And amazing powers of observation.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild staring eyes.
And that is how I know
Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone
"Surprise, surprise, surprise..." (from Gomer Pyle show)
There's still nobody home.
--Waters