Saturday, November 10, 2007

Remember When TVs Had One Power Switch and Two Dials?

Yeah, so I got to drool over a giant Daniel Craig last night, so I was feeling good about the new TV "system."

This afternoon, a friend was over watching the FSU/VT game with the hubs and after one look at the screen I determined that I've been ruined. "Why does that picture look all fuzzy and washed out?" I asked. "Cause it's only being shown on regular network TV" they replied. A silence fell over the room.

Will I ever view TV the same way?? Tonight it didn't look like it.

Still high from my Casino Royale experience last night, I hopped on over to Blockbuster this evening (yes I'm still living in the dark ages and haven't subscribed to Netflix yet) on a quest to begin making up for lost time on the movie front. I sauntered in the house with Little Miss Sunshine, The Good Shepard and the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie (told you I haven't seen a movie in ages) and some yummy greek food only to find strung out husband furiously punching buttons on the new remote and no picture on my precious new hunk viewing machine.

It was clear from the tilt of his baseball hat and the hair sticking straight out from the sides of his head that he had been working on this problem for some time. The edge in his voice when I inquired about the black screen told me he was once again ready to issue an edict that no one under the age of 37 was allowed to touch anything related to this new system. That's right, the TV connected to the PS3 in the family room where the boys play. Nope he doesn't want them to touch it.

Buttons continue to be pressed, the doors to the components cabinet (the only thing I picked out--cause it's furniture ya know) are opened, components are inspected and then he begins to follow the wires up from the back of the TV into the ceiling--still muttering under his breath almost as a mantra that no one (read children) should be touching "things."

I'd like to pause here to mention that NONE of my children are tall enough to reach the back of the television.

So I'm standing at the edge of the room watching husband become more maniacal with every minute that he can't solve the problem. Hotties like Johnny Depp and Matt Damon are in little boxes in my hand waiting to be drooled over, and from the couch comes this little voice as one more time I ask what happened. "I think the ghost did it." "I think the monster broke the TV."

I began to think that I would have to go back to watching my boyfriends on my little computer screen, and if we ever were able to fix the TV that I'd have to get up every time a child wanted to watch a show or play a game. And that's when I thought, is it better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all?

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K said...

Oh no! Now I am skeerd about our upcoming big tv purchase? Was it ever fixed? I gotta know!

Julie Pippert said...

Aww what a disappointment! I hope your husband got it fixed!

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Em said...

LOL...I know that feeling of "people should not be touching things". With three kids, I've been down that road before. I hope you got it fixed and that you got your man watching all taken care of.

L said...

Well that's no fun.
Hope your tv is feeling better soon.

Anonymous said...

Killing myself laughing.

The hubs proudly bought a fancy new tv a year or so ago. After about three days, he couldn't get it to work.

He cursed, whined, moaned and blamed everything that moved...even the dog.

We ended up having the entire system removed and was just a faulty wire.


May your telly feel better soon. For your sanity's sake.

Anonymous said...

This geeky friend of yours just got her first very own tv this week and found out that the cable company doesn't have a box that is able to render pictures at the same resolution as the tv. What an effing pain! I hope Shakey was able to figure out the problem.

Ms. Skywalker said...

Ah, the ghost from my house that breaks crap must have gone out for a bit and stopped in to see you.

Maureen said...

I think your hubby sabotaged it so you couldn't drool over Johnny. I know mine would. And then it would magically be repaired just as I would give up so he can watch some show with large hooters prominently displayed....

Marty, a.k.a. canape said...

There are no fewer than 9 remotes in our "remote basket." There are three gaming systems. A receiver. Ans some other crap.

I can't watch anything because I can't figure out how to turn it all on.