I like television – a lot.  I watch smart, informative shows like “Nova”, “Bill Moyers Journal” and “Masterpiece”. (By which I might mean “The “Bachelorette”, “Wife Swap” and “Family Guy”.) I like nothing better after a hard day at the not-a-greenhouse than to just mindlessly veg  challenge my mind and expand my outlook in front of the television. Imagine my horror, then, upon discovering that a vicious plot, probably Canadian, has rendered my favorite shows unwatchable. 

There is a frenzied ant race occurring on every single channel of my television. It is my worst nightmare. (Except for that recurring one where Pennywise the Dancing Clown keeps filling my ears with gobs of scrambled eggs.) And it would have been different if there had been some sort of warning, perhaps from the government,  of the antification of Stewie Griffin  Bill Moyers, but nooooooo.  It just came out of the blue, people.

What’s that, Mr. Moose?  You say there WERE government warnings about this? Bajillions of them over the course of a year or more? Oh.  Alrighty then.  And that I’d currently have ant-free television if only  I’d agreed to purchase that expensive antennae along with those converter boxes?  Hmmm…interesting.  And that we could solve this dilemma completely by just getting cable TV? Well, fuck you, Mr. Moose!!  Who died and made YOU moosident? 

Maybe this whole Canadians-scrambled/stole-my-television-signal will turn out to be a GOOD thing in the end.  It should free up loads of time for me, so that I can pursue other passions.  Hey!  Maybe I can even start running again, so that I can actually write about  – call me crazy, here – running on this here running blog! 

But when Jillian (who is Canadian, by the way, and likely the evil mastermind behind this whole  antification event) discovers true love in the most remarkable and shocking rose ceremony ever, will someone out there please just let me know?  Thanks.

Yearly mileage: 663