P.S. to my Broadcast Blues

Andrew and I both felt the sting from our abrupt separation with the beautiful world of extended cable and he was certain that if we looked in the attic we could try to rectify whatever the fire marshal did to disrupt out service. I reluctantly agreed, reasoning that the digital cable conversion happened around the same time and somehow could have affected this, but I hesitantly went up those stairs.

I had no idea what to expect from an 1814 attic, but I was certain that getting attacked by a mutant, 20-lb rat was part of the deal. Wrong. We didn't see any rats or mice (thankfully!!!) but we did see a creepy dusty attic, some paintings from my RISD neighbor, some nudy paintings of elderly women my RISD neighbor hides so people don't see how creepy he really is, a megaphone, and some other goodies. I demanded that we went back with a camera...so enjoy!

Andrew ready to defend us against the rodents.

Andrew holding up a 1989 Newsweek Magazine Hot Cities: America's Best Places to Live and Work Providence, St. Paul, Orlando, Ft. Worth, Columbus, Sacramento
And "Last Days in Kabul: The Soviets Pull Out Under Fire"
Wow, 1989 Russia was still U.S.S.R.!

Me and the old women!

Andrew and the megaphone.


  1. only you....

    Andrew + Kim = match made in heaven

  2. Kim, you do realize that the digital conversion was pushed back until June, right? So it actually hasn't happened yet.

  3. Emy, Emy, Emy, give me a little credit here. Somehow, for some reason, RI still went through with the digital conversion on February 17th!

  4. Wait, so are the channels back?! A fellow TV connoissuer is dying to know!!!!!

  5. My instinct is to say no since last time I looked that was the case, but too be honest, I don't know. It's too depressing to look. Sometimes I'll turn around and catch Andrew checking and I'll chastise him for the torture he is causing me! So I've created an unspoken no-checking-for-extended-cable policy in my apartment. I guess now that it's communicated it's official. I just instituted it, but it's permanent and serious. No checking. It's just too painful to see the joy ripped away from me. No Saturday morning TLC, no Monday night MTV, no Friday night history channel. Just the basics our forefathers enjoyed: reading books, practicing penmanship, churning butter, baking bread, using the old imagination, catching fireflies, sharpening swords, building fires, etc.

  6. Oh puh-leaseeeeeeeee!!! (Although I am in need of some sock-darning. Could you take care of that?)