Cable. Whack Shit, No?

One of the trippy things about tv nowadays is how regularly things repeat throughout the course of the day/night. Each of the last two days I've left my loft in the middle of a show, only to come back hours later, turn the tv on and...we've picked right back up with the show I left on 8 hours earlier, virtually at the same scene. Wtf? This is never not creepy...what the fuck, I'll think. Did I just THINK I left, but I never actually did? Did I go into some time warp while I was out? Then of course I'll sniff my elbow and smirk OOOOOOOOHHHHH yeah, I was out. But still. fucking weird.