I want my Comcast...

I'm sitting here on a quiet, peaceful Saturday morning in my house (wondering where the cats took off too) and I just heard a commercial (listening to the radio). In this uncertain economy, when so many people are concerned about their finances, what does Comcast do? They raise their customers rates. That's about the gist of what was said.

I called Comcast last month when I first heard that rates would go up and the customer service agent went over my account line by line to show me where I'd see increases. It amounted to a couple bucks a month. This is just one example of the fantastic customer service I've always received from Comcast. I've been a customer for eons, moving from place to place, always taking my receivers with me, which reminds me, I need to drop them off next week. Don't let the commercials fool you.

Direct TV is in the house adding a new DVR receiver and upgrading our system. I'm not sure what that last part means except that it won't cost anything extra.

I can't help but feel a little out of sorts. I know it's ridiculous to love television so much and I know that I watch entire too much. I miss The Daily Show and South Park. I didn't get to see Grey's Anatomy, Hereos, or the Dollhouse this week. I have no idea what's happening with the Real Housewives of Atlanta and I missed Lie to Me and all of my CSI shows.

If I had Comcast, some of these are on the On Demand menu. The week with television hasn't been too bad. I'm completely unpacked, I've been able to catch up with my social networking, I have a pile of books to read, and I've rediscovered radio. All in all, a good week and the boyfriend has agreed that Comcast can come back once his contract runs out or when we move to our new home, whichever comes faster.

Adventures in moving, blog posts...

I posted several blog posts about the move to my boyfriend's place on my Pet Photography blog...here's the LINK!

And the move has started...

Today my boyfriend and I started moving my stuff to storage - my garage is so clean and empty, come to think of it, my place is looking a little sparse in areas too. My boyfriend has a 12 year old son. At twelve years old he knows a lot and I'm amazed at his endless patience in dealing with a group of short sighted adults who are soooo uncool.

Do you remember twelve? Do you remember how you knew everything? Do you remember your inability to allow adults to have a conversation without interrupting? Do you remember how you'd die if you didn't get the latest this or that? I remember these things and those memories dance around my head when I hear "soooorrrryyyyyyy" or "oookaaaayyyyyy" or the mumbling as they walk away, because twelve year olds HAVE to have the last word.

Recently we went to the Sequim Animal Park. The twelve year old wanted to go to the petting farm at the end, but we didn't have time. We parked outside the restrooms and went in; since he was going to stay with the car, we left it unlocked, my purse and camera equipment were sitting in the front, the navigational was on the dash. As we're walking out of the restroom, the kid is halfway to the petting zoo. "Where are you going? All of our stuff is unsecure in the car." "Ummm, the restroom." He did an about face and went to the restroom. I'm certain I did something similar frequently (sorry, Mom).

His inability to listen, to follow instructions, and his frequent sarcasm, arguing, and talking back had me a little freaked. I've never lived with a child before and the idea of living with a pre-teen who is in the midst of a hormonal break down some days is frightening. So my boyfriend and I had that talk and then he brought the kid down to help us move (he didn't help) and he was great, and he listened, and we had a great time. He's a fun kid, and so much fun to talk to, and I do not envy the era that he's about to enter, because adolescence sucks!

Comcast, On Demand, I'll Miss You...

I watch a lot of television. A Lot. Double Underline, Bold, All Caps, Scarlet Red - A Lot.

Here's my short list...Heroes, Lie to Me, Life, Housewives of Atlanta, Grey's Anatomy, CSI (Vegas, Miami, New York), Law & Order (just the original), Oprah on Fridays, Drop Dead Diva, South Park, Family Guy, Project Runway, The Hills, The City, Numbers, Inside the Actors Studio...

Just to name a few. Hence my glorious, lovely DVR.

Four the past 4 years, only my girlfriends knew of my television habit, because we occasionally dish about our shows. But as my boyfriend and I are getting ready for the Big Move, he's is starting to become aware, and comment, and judge.

This is my first sacrifice. Not TV, but Comcast. I love that I have the DVR. I love that I can troll the On Demand menu for shows that I missed, because you can only DVR so much. I love the free movies, the Starz Early Premieres. I love Fear Channel. I love Adult Swim and Bridezilla. I love Animal Planet and History Channel. And I know that all of these are offered by Direct TV, but I like to watch it as the mood strikes - only Comcast allows this.

Today I called to cancel my Comcast. I was expected to commiserate with the customer service person about how horrible it is that I'm moving to a Direct TV household. I was even hoping to receive an offer to buy us out of the last few months of that contract so that I can bring Comcast with me. What did I get? "Good luck with the move." That's it! I know that's nice. Comcast isn't obligated to offer me anything. Or ARE they? I've been a loyal company since before they were Comcast. I love love love On Demand. I want to stay!

Dammit.