These days I'm living off the grid, in that I don't have cable or internet, mostly because Comcast sucks and I can't afford to pay the bill by myself. I miss having roommates sometimes. Internet isn't a big problem, as I can steal from my neighbors (like 2 out of 30 available networks aren't protected) although sometimes I have to lash the laptop to my metal bedframe with aluminum foil while reading Jackson or Griffiths in a hushed monotone in order to get a signal.
I don't miss TV too much: my basic stance of "TV is for proles and I think I'm better than you", while some comfort in the dark of night, really doesn't get me through the day. But I refuse to have my TV-time scheduled for me and I'm too poor to get the solution I want, which would be DirecTV and some sort of DVR. So lately I just watch sports at bars and occasionally buy episodes of television through iTunes, downloaded at work. I should steal them through bittorrent, I know-- and I did, for a while, before I realized it was bad karma to use the few remaining wireless feeds I was stealing for high-bandwidth stuff.
The point? Lately I've been watching episodes of House on my commute. And it's good and wonderful and a great show, but does every fucking episode have to end with a thirty-second moody singer-songwriter bit? If there's anything evil that came out of the WB in the late 90s, and trust me, it pains me to say it because I loved me some WB, but it's that end-of-episode music crap. It's fine once in a while, but holy shit, don't writers realize it loses some impact if you do it every time?
By the way, if you're into Hugh Laurie, you should watch him play Bertie Wooster in the late-80s BBC Jeeves & Wooster shows. Pretty good stuff; although it'll take some head-scratching to get used to his British accent again.