June 10th, 2010


The TV

My TV is dying.

It's not a big deal, since I don't watch a lot of TV, but I like having it around. As anyone who has crashed at my place can tell you, my TV operates on a dodgy internal antenna that I bought for ten bucks, and which, if I take my glasses off, has a perfect picture. I like zoning to TV with my glasses off. If I watch a movie, or something else, I use glasses. But it's dying. You hit it to bring the screen on. I don't know about you, but whenever I need to hit something, I feel that the communication process has broken down, and something is wrong. So, I pulled out that old TV my mother had dumped on me, plugged it in, saw something spark immediately, and knew this was also a bad sign. That TV now has a thumb print on it that allows you to watch anything as colourised TV. I chuckled, and put the old one back.

I guess if I hit it just a little longer, I'll tell myself it's okay, and call it love.