<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/Sl3dtW7bi2I/AAAAAAAABao/5whXeJ_lQYk/s1600-h/fagantv.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/Sl3dtW7bi2I/AAAAAAAABao/5whXeJ_lQYk/s400/fagantv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358682902959459170" border="0" /></a><br />Of all the crazy and backward things I've done to conserve skrill, there's one that, 100 percent of the time, gets either a gasp, a look of shock or one of these: "Wha?!"<br /><br />I have no cable television service. I haven't had it since before I was married, five years ago.<br /><br />I always feel like I have to explain why not. It's a strange feeling to be motivated to do that, mostly because I still haven't managed to come up with a plausible explanation for why I'm not participating in this country's most cherished medium of communication.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.urbantulsa.com/gyrobase/Content?oid=oid%3A27549">Read the rest of this story in Consumer Watchdog in this week's Urban Tulsa Weekly</a>.