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No need to channel surf when you can LOOK AT THIS

Have I mentioned that we've been without real cable TV for two years, ever since I quit my full-time gig for the freelance writing world? We have suffered with network TV, public access, some religious-nut station, Lifetime Movie Network, home shopping and (I could pop my right eye out with salad tongs) FOX News.

Since I'm going back to work in the very near future (once my background check -- insert Law&Order theme music here -- is completed and all skeletons have been yanked out of my closet, bones clattering this way and that), I think we may be financially on the road to real programming.

What I really mean here is that my self-imposed abstinence from Bravo, Comedy Central, A&E and CNN's ANDERSON COOPER is coming to an end! (I was much better with my abstinence-only commitment than Bristol Palin, it seems.)

I know. Second time in a week I've gushed about AC. Perhaps I'll devote one day a week to All Anderson, All the Time? Coop's Corner? Any thoughts? I have missed the boy so.

Meanwhile, I'm watching hurricane coverage on that F-word channel. With the sound off. Pretending I can't read the RNC scroll.

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