Television and it's Correlation to the Elderly (or...How I Refuse to Grow Old!)

I just aggressively turned off the television. And as I hit that button hard, I wondered, is this a sign I'm getting old?

(Shut up you people who know how old I am and are yelling at me:  YES!! YOU'RE OLD!! DEAL WITH IT!!) 

Ahem. As I was saying...

I'm not a fan of TV much. I used to be, but I have to say there isn't much to watch on it anymore. Hundreds of channels, that don't come cheap, and it's hard to find anything worth my time to spend an entire hour watching. And when you do find something you deem worthy, you are assaulted by the commercials. And frankly, that's where they lose me. The commercials these days (see, that right there - when you use the phrase "these days" or "back in my day" you have crossed a threshold) are either so inane, annoying, or repetitive that I literally say "it's not worth sitting through this!" and shut off the television.  This was the case tonight. 

Hello Netflix. 

Hello bookshelf. Paperback or iBooks. 

If it were not for the Boy - the Beau - the Ballcap and his sports (sometimes it's curling, hockey, and basketball all in one night - the only deviation being an episode of 48 Hours or Dateline - or heaven forbid, the news - that he yells at - and I find that behaviour equal parts annoying and hilarious) I think I would have cancelled my cable altogether. What I really want to watch I can view on my computer a day later. And the rest...who cares! 

Am I getting old? Or am I siding with the much aligned Millenials and deciding that I have no interest in the status quo. Internet viewing is where it's at. (Yes - I'm aware the the phrase "where its' at" is vintage. True millennials would likely say Internet viewing is dope. Or Da Bomb. No! The new word is Fleek! The Internet is Fleek! Ah...no...fleek is stupid and NOT "where it's at". Nor is it dope. It's just plain dopey.

Any. Way. Netflix is winning out tonight. Because I'm super tired and would likely only get 1 page into a book before I fell asleep.  And it's only 8:44 pm. 

Yeah. I'm gettin' old.






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