Over at my apartment, the domestic partner and I borrow the cable. (We'll return it if the cable company ever asks for it back.)
Wednesday, just in time for Project Runway, the domestic partner discovered Bravo. Had we just never investigated as high up as channel 98? Was the weather somehow giving us reception?
Who knows? But today, on (borrowed) TBS, there's a big photo of the empire state building and a note saying, We are required to black out this program in compliance with FCC rules and regulations.
The cable gods give, and the cable gods take away.