OK. I admit it. I love my television. Not Television, that stinking sludge oozed into our homes courtesy of Comcast, but the device itself. I love movies, and movies in widescreen and 5.1 surround in the comfort of one's living room is, truly, one of the great technological joys of the 00's.
Today at work, I happened to mention my infatuation with this particular home electronic in front of a new acquaintance, who promptly encouraged me to "read a book sometime." Hey! I read three books last week, bucko, how many pages can you claim? Don't EVEN get me started about how many words my eyes ingest off the screen via the blogosphere and Shrook. Stop persecuting me!!!
OK. So I'm a little edgy. I was right in the middle of a "Kill Bill" fest last Sunday, happily buzzing from KBv1 and making good progress on KBv2. I looked away from the screen briefly to check my Gmail (hey, it's my Match.com account!), and when I looked back up, the screen was black.
AAAARRRRRGH!!
I pushed remote buttons, switched components on and off, even unplugged and plugged in the TV but, alas, it was not to recover. How wonderfully brilliant that the TV had it's first birthday only two weeks ago! Even more astonishing - I decided not to buy the extended warranty package. Whoo hoo!
Ah well. Once again, the Universe has decided I need to pay tuition to the School of Life. First of all, the physical twinge I felt when I realized I had no television was pretty disturbing. Seems like it's time to unplug for a bit anyway. Second of all, there are plenty of projects to do and books to read. Third, time to reassess whether or not the extended service plan is always a rip off.
My observation for today is that the TV provides a kind of artificial social buzz in the house. Without it, I feel a little more by myself. Not necessarily good or bad - it's what it is. More ponderings on this tomorrow, since I don't expect to see my sweet precious - I mean, my video monitor, for some time.
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