No cable. Can't get UPN in clearly. Can't watch show. ABC doesn't come in well, either. Can't watch other show.
You know, there's supposed to be super-cheap super-basic cable offered in Seattle per the franchise agreement. $12 or so per month for the channels on the uppermost tier (all the local affiliates, Discovery, NWCN). Probably still out of your price range, but oh well.
When I lived in the Rainier Valley, we got one of these for our TV and got everything pretty well (and Beacon Hill was blocking 4, 5, and 7 from us line-of-sight). If you're going to go without cable, a unidirectional antenna is a must in this city.
Sometimes very wrong things are sexy.
Sometimes?
It's not my biggest bragging point, but wrong can figure prominently into what is sexy. As can the 17-year-old version of *wrong* at times.
The wrong and the theoretical danger adds to the hotness.
I have to leave the apartment at 7:30 tomorrow morning.
That's gross.
I leave at 6:45 on days I need PT. Really, really, OMGWTF gross...
I get to go to the dentist.
Hope I don't vomit this time.
Perkins wins on the Ugh-ness.
I hope you don't vomit too.
When I lived in the Rainier Valley, we got one of these for our TV and got everything pretty well (and Beacon Hill was blocking 4, 5, and 7 from us line-of-sight). If you're going to go without cable, a unidirectional antenna is a must in this city.
It's our digital receiver's fault. It's weird and touchy. But when it's on, it's beautiful.
Honestly, I suspect a big part of the cable cancelling (which happened pre-pregnancy) on his part (mine was just that I wasn't watching anything) was due to Paul's hatred of the very messy digital cable signal.
Yay me!?!
At least my ughness is short lived? How is your back doing?
It's our digital receiver's fault. It's weird and touchy. But when it's on, it's beautiful.
Says it loves you, right?
My back is actually improving a lot. The physical therapy might be painful sometimes and tiring but it's working too. I'm kinda appreciative. I've also slacked this week so today hurt like hell. Still? Bless the concept of PT...
Says it loves you, right?
Brings me flowers, chocolates, rubs my feet...
Then runs out on me when we've got plans.
I think it has issues with commitment.