A moment of silence, please, for my free basic cable. I knew thee well, oh 13-channel HD wondrousness. For many many months did we live in harmony, supplied by the cable splitter, left behind by the cable guy who picked up my DVR box. We didn't need DVR, you and I. We had each other: you, me, and the internet for which I am robbed in the amount of $49.95 a month.
I was just about to celebrate our favorite past time - watching WipeOut! - when the cruel, sadistic words "video scrambled" flashed across the screen, and Channel 7 disappeared forever into the black HD void. I tried to resurrect you on Channels 5 and 2, but the light had gone from your widescreen eye, and my viewing pleasure was blackened with despair.
Some day, perhaps very soon, I shall find myself a newer, better job with higher, better pay, and I shall resurrect you, oh god of the cable, though it may cost me many more dollars. You will be avenged.