Day Seventy-Four - TV Killed The Radio Star

I sure do love my TV. Not just mine specifically, I'm pretty equal opportunity in this respect. When I was fourteen years old I watched a small black and white TV for well over a month [in the summer, too - full days of TV watching!] when it was the only game in town and we were waiting on our flashy PIP TV. However, my family was not keen on TV watching while eating dinner [that was FM 102 time].

Times are different, now. I'm apparently a grown up and I can have TV all damn day if I wish [and sometimes I do - although there is seriously nothing on during the day]. I like eating in front of the TV - it gives us the impression that we have more friends [and sometimes even "Friends!"]. But tonight since Joseph cooked dinner he had music on [David Bowie - duh] and when he served up the tasty food he asked if we should just leave the CD on. I said yes. And so tonight I ate dinner with music on, not the TV. Obviously, this isn't a brand new thing, but it is highly unusual. In this apartment, we have never ate @ the table. In our old apartments it was a highly rare event. This was nice. We discussed our favourite Bowie songs [Joseph likes his very old stuff and then also stuff from the 90s - I like the more glam stuff and artsy weirdo stuff, although obviously David Bowie is consistently amazing]. Usually dinner involves me shouting @ the TV.

But don't worry TV - I still loves you, baby.