Another Pinko Fantasy

The mood this month is alienated—one goes to all the trouble to move to a near-suburb and finds that theres still no cable in sight. Meanwhile, the fact that commercial TV is so bad its funny isnt a particularly engaging joke anymore. Still, one is committed to writing an ostensibly humorous column about television so one tries, all the time wishing that one were outside playing in the mud, to temper ones crankiness with a hopefully not too heavy-handed irony.