Unadulterated Terror

Let's see, I believe it was 12 weeks ago when I was calmly watching a fabulous SciFi Channel movie about earthquakes destroying all of North America when our beloved 50-inch plasma TV spontaneously went ø¤º°`°º¤øCLICK!ø¤º°`°º¤ø. The end. After less than two years, Pioneer unceremoniously fucked our $2,000 promise in technology.

The road has been long, but rising above the bitterness, at long last, we received a cash payment to "replace" the piece of shit that was essentially un-repairable. Thank you Pioneer! Never again!

In the meantime, we were without a television for more than two months. I watched election results on the laptop, we depended on hulu.com for moving entertainment, and did our best to keep up with "Desperate Housewives" on ABC.com. It wasn't an awful lot of fun.

Being a fierce warrior of online pricing, I narrowed our choices down—Panasonic was the absolute only viable option—and I managed to find the deal of the year on buydigg.com... a 50-inch plasma for $939, no shipping/no tax. So our new baby arrived today... and now Ayhan and I are terrified of it. I've been home for four hours and have yet to touch it or turn it on. Instead, I'm listening to Christmas tunes on the laptop here. We're scarred for life, cool cats. Turning it on, much less, trying to connect it to our beloved Tivo... it's all too much...

Hopefully the manual—if we can actually find the English-language section—will lead us to the promised land. All I know is that the sweet little 20-inch Sylvania LCD I bought at K-Mart for $200 on Black Saturday post-Thanksgving, while a treasure, is fatiguing, given that I have to actually wear my reading glasses to see the screen.

Bless us each and every one. May the goodness of the season allow us trust to plug and play. Um, stay tuned...