I've been going back and forth about whether I should bother getting a converter box for my TV. I use a cheap antenna because I can't bring myself to pay for cable to get the four or five shows I'd actually watch in between hour after hour of crap.
I had no TV when I lived in Little Rock and I knew far fewer friends there. I survived that so maybe I can go without a TV again.
February 17 came around and all but one fuzzy station went off air. The others could have stayed on longer because the deadline for switching to digital is extended. The fact that they ignored the extension annoys me. It makes it obvious that the switch is something broadcast companies are pushing the government to force on people but I haven't read enough about it to know why, nor do I care.
Consequently, I'm not buying a converter box primarily out of spite. I still have DVD's and hulu. My quality of life has already improved by not having to hear that annoying Safe Auto jingle anymore. I'll get a converter box eventually when I get around to it. Yes, I've been called ornery before.
Anyway, the whole thing reminds me of a John Prine song. It has one of my favorite lines ever written,"Who knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve?"