I have dreamed, several times, of watching a mysterious UHF station (remember those?) that shows cryptic and disturbing horror movies after hours.
In the dreams, I am drawn to the station by its appealing, crackly low-budget funk, and perhaps also in hopes of finding out who’s sending out the broadcasts. And so I keep watching even though I know I’m not going to like whatever comes on next. (Last night’s featured presentations, at least, were relatively mild.)
The parallels to my use of Twitter (I go for baseball cards and radio surveys, but get a faceful of the social and natural apocalypse) seem inescapable.