lassie, get help

I have learned the hard way not to let the BF get his hands on the remote control.
We never had this problem in ATL. There, our roommate was often curled up asleep in the living room, and we never really turned on the TV in our bedroom.
But shortly after moving to NYC, the BF discovered the joys of digital cable. I remember one of our first nights here, I was working in the other room when I heard it: The unmistakable cadence of a Lifetime movie drifting through the apartment. Susan Lucci was involved. He was hooked. Sadly, so was I.
That's the thing. He has this mutant power to find the strangest -- and most strangely addictive -- programming in the cable wasteland.
The other night I caught him watching the City Council meeting, followed by "Gastineau Girls." I'm not sure which was more appalling.
This morning, it was "Paradetown USA." If you thought the Salute to Israel Parade was a riot when you saw it live, just wait for the taped recap.
Animal Planet is another favorite. Really, most any show involving animals. This morning we watched a double feature of "Lassie." Everything was going great until Mr. Wilson got his leg pinned under a boulder. At that point I was able to snap myself out of my semi-catonic state and go get some lunch. The BF was a little pissed that we didn't stick around to see what happened. Call it a hunch, but I'm betting that Lassie saved the day.
Tonight, it's more Animal Planet, followed by Tom & Jerry.
Makes me kinda miss Brad curled up on the couch, really.