I got a new television over the weekend. Really. But don’t get too excited. It was free, after all.
PG just got a brand new, 46-inch flat-screen LCD behemoth. I thought it might look stupidly oversized in his apartment, but it doesn’t. It looks just fine (now that I’ve rearranged the furniture to my liking), and the picture is amazingly clear and wonderful. PG is a self-admitted TV addict, so he is very pleased too.
This new arrival, of course, meant that PG’s old television needed a new home. My home. PG delivered it on Saturday, we plugged it in, I programmed it into my universal remote, and voilà! Pinklea has a new TV!
There’s a huge difference between them, isn’t there? What? You can’t tell? Oh, come on! It’s obvious! Surely you can see that the first TV is from about 1985 and the second one is from about 1995! My television technology has just jumped forward a whole decade!
Am I truly the only person who gets excited about 15-year-old technology in her home?!