T.V. My third Rant.

A topic that has been brought to my attention is the number of T.V. Channels. I am flipping through the channels to find the news for today’s weather with is broadcasted 8:15 in the morning. By the time I’m down to channel 75 (From channel 245 mind you.) I realize that I am no nearer to it then before. So I try to use the handy menu guide, or so they put on the package this Pandora’s Box was delivered in.
This resulted in the programming of my ten least Favorite T.V. Channels, (Including The Soap Network, The Travel Channel, VH1, Some Cartoon channel, and other assorted disasters.) With my frustration growing over this damn thing and only having 7 minutes left to find the weather, I became desperate.
Kneeling over the box with a small animal of some kind I had found in my back yard, I lifted a small pocket knife thinking this damned creation of the Netherworld wanted a blood sacrifice.
A small child which I am sad to call my own, ran up to me and stole my little offering from my hands, and took her pet up-stairs. I had 2 minutes before the Weather, and I was nowhere nearer my goal, then I was to Finding Buda in my toilet.
I sat on my couch and watched as the Soap network, (Which it had set itself on), told me about Christina’s tragic love over some man who somewhat resembled a squirrel.
When my significant other came home, they fixed the problem I had had with this small black box. After being late for work and watching the weather at 10:30, I proceeded to go to my Bathroom, in search of Buda.