Last week, The Fiance and I finally decided to have cable installed. After almost 20 months without honest-to-goodness prime time TV, I’m on way to having a viewing schedule that could possibly rival that of the Mona Lisa’s (except I’m the one gawking, not the one being gawked at, duh).

Truth be told, I’m not really much of a TV person. I’m not one who spends hours in front of the tube, channel surfing like there’s no tomorrow. But, for some strange reason, it was one of the things that I missed while I lived in Thailand (I couldn’t get a subscription for lack of a work permit), so when a pack of cable guys tried to get our entire neighborhood to sign up with Sky, we jumped on the opportunity.

So far, I’ve joined the throngs of people setting their Nooka watches (not that I have one) to watch the newest season of American Idol. I have also started catching up with Grey’s Anatomy. I’m avidly waiting for movies I missed on the cinema in HBO and Star Movies, and every so often I hope to catch a cheesy Tagalog movie or two (seriously), so I can nitpick until I’m hoarse.

Ahhhh… There’s nothing like the joy of mindless entertainment to look forward to after a long day at work.