This is some evidence of how truly pitiful I am:
Dish Network recently sent a software update to my satellite receiver that enables “interactive” services on channels such as QVC. So, I’ve tuned in QVC to see what happens. And an hour later, I’m still watching them pitch garden plants. Mostly because there’s a tall, Nordic, muscular hunk named Phillip Watson trying to sell me strawberry plants and roses.
Woof. And he’s only about 20 minutes away from me. Swoon.
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