An Open Letter To Comcast

Dear Comcast,

I hate you. I have always hated you. I have allowed you into my home over the years out of a basic necessity for national news & an unabashed love of reality tv. No more. When your bastard child, Digital Switch, hit West Nashville last night & rendered my beloved TiVo box useless, I cried, I yelled, I threw the remote. You see, for years I have enjoyed the happy marriage of cable tv & TiVo. I've bathed in the glory of being to able to record and watch multiple channels simultaneously (I watch A LOT of tv), but no longer. As of last night, I can only watch the channel that TiVo is recording. So when TiVo, just trying to do his job, tried to record Project Runway, The Office & The Real Housewives of DC Reunion, you & your aforementioned bastard child, Digital Switch, stepped in & shit all over it. Hell hath no fury like a woman denied her Thursday night reality tv. Comcast, consider yourself cancelled. Hulu, mama's coming.


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