Since we moved into our new apartment, we’ve been lucky enough to have a free internet via someone’s open wifi connection. If I could find out who it was and leave them a basket of cookie at their door for sharing their bandwidth, I would. It’s been a great help as we’ve been getting ourselves established, but the time has come to pay our own way and get our cable and internet situation cleared up.
But therein lies the rub. The choices out here in this tech savvy city border on horrible. Remember all that competition that the 1996 cable deregulation bill was supposed to stir up? Yeah, we all know how that turned out for consumers. For where I live, if I want cable and internet in one package, my only choice is Comcast.
As you can tell by my artfully placed expletive, I’ve been a Comcast customer before, and I don’t relish rejoining the fold. They have a near monopoly in San Francisco, which means the already high cable rates I was paying in New Jersey are even higher here. (Of course, that might be changing for Jersey soon in more ham-handed deregulation attempts). I could get better TV service, and maybe I could get better internet service, but not from the same place, and at the cost of some of my previous equipment investments (namely my cable modem and my TiVo).
I beg and plead for the day I can just get a big open pipe with as much bandwidth as I need, and I get to select what channels or shows I get over it. The news that Netflix might be getting into broadcasting a brand new, first run TV show says to me the writing is on the wall, and it’s all just a matter of when it happens, and not if.
But for now, I guess I just have to suck up my pride and bite the bullet on this one. I’ll try to keep my bitching to a minimum, as I’m willingly giving my dollars and soul to the soulless. But the very instant I can cut the cord and get everything I need from the net, I’m running for the door and laughing like a madman the whole way.