"Where's your TV?"

Well, I don't have one.

Nor do I want one. 

If I had a dollar for every time somebody asked

me where the TV was in my house....

I could buy, well, probably something that was about 10 bucks.

But, that's besides the point.

I DON'T WANT A TELEVISION!

What a waste of time! There are so many other great things I would rather be doing. Namely...

Reading a book on my Kindle.

Playing my guitar.

Finding new music.

Sewing something.

Going for a walk on the beach.

Riding my bicycle. 

Looking for good recipes.

Cleaning my house!

I just think it's such a shame that so many households are focused on a little box in the corner of the room. Some people can't eat a meal, do household chores, sit alone with somebody, or go to the bathroom without the TV on in the background. 

So, if you come over to my house and ask me where my TV is...

I will refer you to this post. 

And...the following poem by Roald Dahl

(in case your wondering who the cowboy kid is, it's Mike Teavee)

"Mike Teavee..."

The most important thing we've learned,  So far as children are concerned,  Is never, NEVER, NEVER let  Them near your television set --  Or better still, just don't install  The idiotic thing at all.  In almost every house we've been,  We've watched them gaping at the screen.  They loll and slop and lounge about,  And stare until their eyes pop out.  (Last week in someone's place we saw  A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)  They sit and stare and stare and sit  Until they're hypnotised by it,  Until they're absolutely drunk  With all that shocking ghastly junk.  Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,  They don't climb out the window sill,  They never fight or kick or punch,  They leave you free to cook the lunch  And wash the dishes in the sink --  But did you ever stop to think,  To wonder just exactly what  This does to your beloved tot?  IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!  IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!  IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!  IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND  HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND  A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!  HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!  HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!  HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!  'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,  'But if we take the set away,  What shall we do to entertain  Our darling children? Please explain!'  We'll answer this by asking you,  'What used the darling ones to do?  'How used they keep themselves contented  Before this monster was invented?'  Have you forgotten? Don't you know?  We'll say it very loud and slow:  THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,  AND READ and READ, and then proceed  To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!  One half their lives was reading books!  The nursery shelves held books galore!  Books cluttered up the nursery floor!  And in the bedroom, by the bed,  More books were waiting to be read!  Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales  Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales  And treasure isles, and distant shores  Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,  And pirates wearing purple pants,  And sailing ships and elephants,  And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,  Stirring away at something hot.  (It smells so good, what can it be?  Good gracious, it's Penelope.)  The younger ones had Beatrix Potter  With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,  And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,  And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-  Just How The Camel Got His Hump,  And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,  And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,  There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole-  Oh, books, what books they used to know,  Those children living long ago!  So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,  Go throw your TV set away,  And in its place you can install  A lovely bookshelf on the wall.  Then fill the shelves with lots of books,  Ignoring all the dirty looks,  The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,  And children hitting you with sticks-  Fear not, because we promise you  That, in about a week or two  Of having nothing else to do,  They'll now begin to feel the need  Of having something to read.  And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!  You watch the slowly growing joy  That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen  They'll wonder what they'd ever seen  In that ridiculous machine,  That nauseating, foul, unclean,  Repulsive television screen!  And later, each and every kid  Will love you more for what you did.  'Nuff said.