2/6/08
I see that the Writers Strike is over.  Spokesmen say they didn't get all that they wanted in concessions from the studios, felt they got as much as they could at this time.  Wonder what that means.  I'm not so interested that I would actually search for an answer to that mild query.
But I'm still without a tv.  It's about four weeks now. 
I missed watching the Westminster Dog Show in my own entertainment room.  I had to make plans to go over to a friend's house.  I had to scout out a specific artisan beer that I thought they would like to try and I had to whip up some tasty tidbits to bring.  It took a bit of effort.
I had a WONDERFUL time. 
We cheered on our favorite breed (Scottish Terriers) and watched her lose to that beautiful Sealyham.  And even though we always pull for our Terriers in the Best in Show ring, we all knew that Uno wanted the win the most.  (That's Mister Uno to you.)  What a showman!  Handsome and sound.  Can't ask for more.
I believe that this evening is how most entertainment should be:  experienced in the company of friends.
It's not a stretch to compare an unfeigned authentic event to a union scripted "storybook".  Hey -- get over it.  That is the competition for my attention.