Have any of you made the mistake of buying one of these TVs? We own two. The one “we” use (meaning the resident adults in the household) takes its own sweet time coming on. There are all kinds of pretty screens, blues and pinks and stripes and kind of chalky cloudy tones, which morph and fade in and out and sometimes become a blinding white light that I trust does not mean I’m about to meet my maker. We actually wondered tonight if we should play a game: we’ll watch another episode of West Wing if we’re still awake when the TV actually comes on.
The one downstairs, for the “children,” seems to be working fine. We’ve considered trading them, when nobody’s home. Then we can watch TV when we want to, and when they come up and complain about theirs we can berate them: “What? You broke the TV? Well, you’ll have to pay for it.”
Probably couldn’t do it with a straight face, though, which means we’d never get away with it.
Guess we’ll probably have to buy a new one, although the joy we feel when it does come on is hard to replicate in day-to-day living. Plus I don’t want to spend money on a TV; I want to buy clothes on sale at Garnet Hill and those slouchy black suede boots at Macy’s.
Alas.
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