I Hate Montana

Posting from: Tucson, AZ
Listening to: Love and Rockets, All In My Mind

Hannah Montana, that is. WTF? No, never mind. Don't tell me who she is. I don't want to know.

It has been long enough since I last watched television, that I'm not sure how long it has been since I last watched television. Oh, wait. I watched a little bit of the weather channel and part of a cartoon the last time I was in a hotel. But other than that, I don't remember.

The cord from my antenna to my house came unplugged at some time when the wind was yanking the antenna back and forth. Eventually being too lazy to reconnect it transformed into a desire not to reconnect it because I didn't miss it and I had better things to do with my time than watch TV.

Now whenever I get my hair cut or go to the dentist or something like that, I pick up People magazine while I'm waiting so I can see if I am yet to the point where I don't know who any of those people are. I'm close, but Tom Cruise and his phony smile still seem to be making the pages. Unfortunately, moving to Montana has introduced me to someone I shouldn't have to know about- this Hannah Montana chick. I vaguely know her as Disney's flavor of the year. However, she is hell to deal with when it comes to Google. Now all my searches about Montana go something like this:

Me: concerts in Montana

Google: HANNAH MONTANA CONCERT SCHEDULE!!!

Me: DAMN IT! concerts in Montana -Hannah

Stupid Hannah Montana.