Friday, October 7, 2011

The End of an Era


We live in a world that tells us that things are important. Technology is always changing---companies re-issue the same products over and over again with a new spin to convince us to shell out $199.99 every six months. We usually fall for it; the trends, the technology and really-- the need to impress our friends. As someone who owns The Oldest Television In History that does not have a screen that is flat in any sense of the word, I can't say I really get it.

Things are just things--you can't take them with you and in the end, they really aren't important. However, like everything else, there is an exception to this rule.

You see, my husband and I have never (and I really do mean never) purchased a television--either of us. Every television we have ever owned was given to us by a sympathetic friend or family member who recently upgraded to a superior model. Ergo, we have always had a terrible television in our home. Actually, I stand corrected: we have three terrible televisions in our home.

The primary television was given to us by a friend and it is incredibly large and in charge {see photo above for proof} and recently, it left this world in the most dramatic fashion possible. I was watching the new FX television series, American Horror Story, and during a particularly tense scene, the television began doing some bizarre things. At first, I admired the great skills of the show's creators for a realistically horror-filled experience. Then, I quickly realized I was witnessing the death of my television.

It began with a strange white blur on the screen, followed by darkness. Then, there was a high pitched chirping-squealing hybrid that made the dogs howl. Soon after, there was a burning smell and smoke. Ol' faithful had left for that big garbage dump in the sky.


{RIP, Big Guy.}

My husband groaned loudly when I recalled the story with large hand and arm motions--we need a new television. After all these years of living with terrible picture quality and friends that would rather never come over to our home to watch the game, it was time to actually buy our first television.

Soon after, we pulled the dead TV out to the garage and he went into the basement to pull one of our "on deck" televisions from the basement. Not long after, he yelled:

"OK, so do you want the TV that is 21 years old or the TV that is 17 years old?"

My response?

"Well, I'd prefer the TV that is still learning to drive properly rather than the one that can legally drink alcohol in all 50 states."

We're going shopping for a new TV this weekend.

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