More than two weeks, no TV. I'm a witting casualty of the digital conversion. I watched the Penguins win Lord Stanley's Cup with a somber realization that this would be it, goodbye glowing box of radiation. The side-effects are minimal. Only minor staring at a blank screen and, wait, I think I'm hearing things. There must be a nature show on WQED. No? Birds? Amazing.
There are still many questions that I have yet to answer. How will I know what to buy? What new and exciting products are out there? How can I treat my depression and hair loss in just one pill? Where will I get my information! In text?!
All joking aside, I feel that this is a valuable endeavor. It is a time to reprioritize time. Though multiple found hours replaced by my thoughts could be risky, the symptoms of TV withdrawal are beginning to fade. It's a rainy Pittsburgh evening as I write this, and the sky seems a bit more vivid shade of gray. Perhaps I'll pick up a book. It has been quite some time.