Time Warner Cable will not get one dime from me until I stop hearing that nasally immature can-only-be-improved-by-helium Vanessa Carlton sing "Time Is On My Side." I don't care if a sunspot is directing all it's energy in a laser beam directly at my satellite dish and every lightening storm sends a bolt to fry my DSL service, no Time Warner cable product will enter my home.
I'm pretty tolerant of our intelligence services using almost any means to extract information from terrorists, but if I hear the CIA is playing Vanessa Carlton at Guantanamo I might have to join Amnesty International.
