Due to Ptichka's new job, which demands that she knows what's going on in the world, we now have cable. And not basic cable, mind you, but some deluxe package from the world's worst cable service provider. And of course, even though Ptichka ordered the deluxe package, they tried to sell me digital cable while they were here. Two months free! Two months free! Um, no thank you. I don't really want regular cable. So, now we have cable. The cable guys hooked it up and then tested it. When they left, they left the television on. So, I flipped through the channels. Some channel had pairs jump roping. Teenage boys in matching outfits doing tricks. With a jump rope. We're paying for this? At least Jon Stewart is being replayed in about an hour. I'm going to watch and drool.