OKAY!

A little cause to celebrate today, against one of my pet peeves. Something for which I have wanted to lean out of my living room window and shout, “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!” And one of the things that made me give up cable television two years ago and switch to an all-streaming living room.

The FCC has finally ruled that television commercials must come down in volume.  http://usat.ly/tE21zJ

I have always hated the fact that while watching a nice, quiet documentary on Wisconsin’s cheese production I get interrupted by commercials for the ThighMaster that are at volumes that hurt my ears. I HATE that Ron Popiel is much louder than Brian Williams.

Now, the FCC has ruled in a way that is still going to let them cheat a bit. The commercials must come down to the AVERAGE volume of the show they are inserted in. Better than nothing, but add some gunfire to the show (and what show doesn’t have them?) and you’ve allowed the commercials to be louder than most voice. But it’s a start, and now I wont have to listen to Jamie Lee Curtis talking about active yogurt cultures as if she’s trying to speak to me while standing outdoors at the airport.

JRR