Just a couple of days ago, Andrea Harris decided that it made more sense to give away her television set than to move it to her new apartment across town. Given the sheer bulk of TV sets I have a 20-inch Sony Wega which seemingly weighs more than Nicole Richie I can't really blame her for letting it go. And that Sony hasn't been turned on in over a week, either, which I think she'd understand:
[T]he need isn't urgent as I've said ad nauseam, I so rarely watched the box that it was basically just a large paperweight, and the thought of lugging it to a new place interested me not at all.
Of course, "shrill, stupid young people screaming at each other" are now on the air 24/7, but I don't think that's the reason my Sony stands silent: after all, that's just one channel among several dozen.
Maybe it's just that I'm spending more time in front of a different screen. (And not really a smaller one, either; a few years back I decided to treat myself to a real live 19-inch monitor, which at the time seemed incredibly freaking huge. Nowadays, of course, it's old news.) I don't watch that much video on the Net,