Antennas now. Really.
Eh, I can work with it. Streaming and the internet and whatever might be pretty good, but I do love a bit of regular, home-grown, scheduled television. I never once downloaded ‘Fantasy’, I’ll have you know. I waited until it was on TV and watched it with the rest of the 50-year-olds who don’t know how to torrent. Maybe I’m just old-fashioned.
Anyway, Melbourne’s TV antennas are something I can get on board with, more so than anyone else in this office at least. I even know how to fix one: you hang out the window, grab it by the nearest prong and just jiggle it around a bit. If it’s one the roof, you call the TV antenna repair people to go and do that for you, because television is just not worth dying over. To some of the TV-obsessed people in this office, that might not be true. Casey is basically a Fantasy fangirl without peer, so if the internet didn’t exist and she had to watch her favourite show at the same time as everyone else AND her antenna was on the blink because of a storm or whatever, she’d flip out. Instead of her coming to work, filling up her Fantasy mug (signed by the guy who plays Ron Crow) and spending a good thirty minutes of work time talking about her theories for this episode and the rest of the season…well, it’d be a sad day. She’d have to clamp her hands over her ears for the whole day, since everyone else would be discussing it.
I just realised that I don’t know the point I’m making, but at the end of the day, you should know that I’m totally okay with TV antenna installation. Melbourne could use more of it. And then maybe we could all watch TV at the same time, without SOMEONE coming in six months before it airs and spoiling it all.