Dear cable TV. Life is like a taxi-driver when you fall asleep in the backseat; it can take you to some very strange places. And today it has brought me to the strangest place of all, a place I couldn’t have imagined being in ten years ago; I’m considering getting rid of you. For good.

If you could go back in time and tell 16 year-old me that I would cancel my cable connection, 16 year-old me would kill you and use your time machine to travel back to present day to kill current me. Not so long ago, that’s how insane the prospect of life without a cable connection would have seemed to me. Now, however, it is time to move on. And it’s not me, it’s you. And fast Internet. But mostly you.