Yesterday morning I left the house after tossing and turning all night thinking about my TV cable connection (or lack thereof) and how that incompetent cable guy couldn't resolve the problem and provide me with basic cable service from the cable socket that is glaring me in the face from a wall in my basement. I should have been thinking about IGotNewsForYou but it's amazing how the mundane can take over your complete conciousness. The cable guy's solution had been to run a wire down along the front outside wall of the house, and I had told him that there had been a functioning TV in the basement as per the previous owner, and I didn't want a very obvious cable displayed on my outside walls. As I got into the car, something made me look up at the outside wall of the house. And wouldn't you know it, painted the same color as the house to camouflage its very existence was a cable running from our top floor into our basement. AHA! I thought that this was very, very good news. Third minutes later, the better half calls my cell. Mr. Previous Owner called her. He said that there was a cable running outside down along the front of the house. I told my wife, in that male-all-knowing way, that I had already discovered that. So in the afternoon I connected the cables, with splitters, boosters, adapters, paper clips, duct tape and a little hope...and VOILA...cable TV in the basement...and the cable company just lost their $60 installation fee. Mike 1, Cable Company 0.