This is our new television. In order to accurately depict the size of the screen I have put one of the kid’s kinder surprise toys in front to give a sense of scale.
The toy is supposed to represent planet earth; for in my mind, this new set is bigger than the WORLD!
It hurts my eyes to look at it for too long, to be honest. Plus, and I don’t know if you know, the heat these things put out is incredible. I predict a great spike in our next electricity bill, which will then mean an even greater spike in my Oh, God, How Many More Ways Can This Family Feed The Environmental Problem When We Really Don’t Want To? graph.
What was wrong with our old television? Nothing…much. Except the picture has just about gone. I had a sentimental attachment to it, however. Adam bought it after the 1998 FIFA World Cup as a ‘second’ because it had been used as a display piece for the duration of the event. I forgave him the purchase (he lived on chips and gravy and yet he blows his money on a TV?) only because, I suppose, Ricky Martin had been shaking his bon-bon booty all over it and my mind was somewhat dazed.
p.s It’s been three days now since I’ve set a foot out of this house. I may try to venture out today, for my own mental health!
p.p.s I love how the ‘related post’ plugin can’t find any related posts to match this one: it’s like it’s saying, “Dude, you’ve risen to new levels of shallowness, talking about televisions.”
I say, “At least I haven’t talked about the new 3G i-phone.”
Until just then. Damn trickster.
