I Want My MTV

It’s pretty hard to follow yesterday’s post – it’s not every day that FHC has a terrible accident, throws away millions of dollars, and wastes countless man-hours of hard work.

Today I thought I’d blog about what’s it like not having cable.  First, there are the obvious consequences.  No, I haven’t seen Entourage.  I don’t understand any of the controversies concerning Project Runway 3 that I read about on Gawker.  When one of my best friends was being overshadowed by his camera hungry co-worker on Bravo, I had to pretend I wasn’t watching out of “loyalty.”  We don’t have cable, and my ability to banter around the water cooler (slash Ten Penh) suffers. But it’s worse than that: I also have become stupider.  WIthout cable, I have no way to keep up with Hollywood gossip reliably.  Consider our BBQ last night (thanks Kevin – for giving me  the runs).  18A made a joke about the formerly N’SYNC Lance Bass.  “Ugh, he’s so gay,” I replied.  “Gay gay gay.  He should just come out already.”  *Blank Stares*  “He is out,” everyone shouted at me.  “Well, he has a big penis” I was forced to interject, pretending like I wasn’t embarrassed for not knowing.  This is what happens when I don’t watch Access Hollywood and E! News every night.  How else am I supposed to know?  And because I don’t get cable, I don’t even know who his obviously star-humping boyfriend “Reichen” is.  Next thing I know, you’ll all tell me Suri C. has been spotted in Wichita, Kansas on the set of “The Simple Life.”

In other news/blogorama, Toad’s Place is opening in Richmond, VA, and we’re really crossing our fingers that NW DC is the next stop.  DC continues to be in the midst of a crime wave, and the  apparent solution is to release more potential criminals onto the street.  FHC and I are going to try to spend the weekend doing activities that don’t involve thousands of dollars worth of rented equipment.