I should have known it was a premonition when this afternoon at the grocery store I looked at a fellow in line and thought “Laszlo Hollyfeld.” Later J calls- been refangling our home media necessities- saying we’re back on the land line teat and against our wishes have cable, the building’s been shooting it at us gratis for a year, it's included, there's nothing we can do. Aw nuts. I feel like someone just bought me a car and gave me the clap. The last time more than 5 channels were pointed at me my brain was still in a developmental stage, open to second languages and instruments, filled instead with Weird Science and Bobcat Goldthwait.