I try rather diligently to avoid the rather vapid mass media fare. I confess that once last year I read an article about Britney Spears. It was an accident. Honest. Careless surfing. I've never read a thing about Paris Hilton or Anna Nicole on purpose. If it weren't for headlines, I'd know nothing about Rosie and Donald or Lindsey Lohan's shrinking waistline and growing stints in rehab. Sadly, despite the fact that I live on the edge of the continent, our "culture" still seeps in.
Over the nearly ten years I've lived in Alaska, I've owned a cable television subscription one year. To be honest, there are really only two things I miss about not having a television: Dave Letterman and The Simpsons. In anticipation of the upcoming Simpsons movie (and as a self-acknowledged shameless marketing ploy) you can be Simpsonized. This is me, Homer's Alaskan cousin. If you can't get the thing to work. Don't blame me. I'm not listening. I'm up at school working. 