Well, Rott did it. He bought a big TV Saturday. He’s been talking about it forever, drooling over the LCDs, high def, and 3D stuff. On Friday, I caught him measuring the wall across from the couch. He said, “Sixty five inches is pretty big.” He holds up the tape measure, extending it across the wall above the TV wall unit. I think my eyes bugged.
He pays no attention to my eyes, of course. He’s considering that wall and what it will look like with 65-inches of flat panel TV on it. So I tell him, “I’m sixty five inches tall.”
He stares at me momentarily with a calculating expression in his eyes. “That’s a pretty damn big TV. It’s on sale on some shopping channel. About $1400. Apparently, that’s a steal.”
Now, my eyes really bug. “Tell me you didn’t buy a $1400 TV.”
He shrugs. “Nah. But I’ve been thinking about it.”
Then yesterday I come out of my writer cave and I find him tap-tapping away on my netbook. He glances up at me and says, “I bought a TV.”
I groaned. “Oh, please. You didn’t by that TV that’s too big for this little condo, did you?”
He makes a face, scratches his beard, gives me three kinds of heart attacks and says, “Nope. I got a Sony. It was on sale, had good reviews, and I got some kind of rebate amount off by using my BofA card. It’s only 40-inches but it will be here in a couple of days. I paid for expedited shipping cause I couldn’t wait to see the space station on it.”
I think I sagged in relief. Sixty five inches of TV is like way too much TV for us poor people who live in a rented condo. I can deal with 40 inches. We used to have a 32 inch TV, but for the past couple of years have been reduced to a 19-inch in the bedroom (covered in dust because I barely ever turn it on) and something like 24 inches in the living room.
I can’t help but wonder if the TV will be so cool that I’ll want to sit and watch it. I don’t watch TV. Haven’t for maybe three or four years now. Oh, a show here and there, but nothing regular. I can’t even imagine what the 40-inch flat panel will look like or sound like hooked up to Rott’s surround sound system. It’s a realm I’ve never been to and I’m curious, but in a cautious way. I don’t need that TV distracting me from my writing although I rather think that wouldn’t happen long term.
So on Wednesday we’ll have a new TV. I’m a bit in shock and so is Rott. Today he has buyer’s remorse looking at the state of his bank account. I don’t blame him. Once he paid for some fancy ass cables and a power thingy and an extended 3 year warranty and expedited shipping…he’d spent $1000. But I’m impressed that he spent two days researching the TVs and prices and all. I’m impressed that he didn’t give in and buy the 65-inch TV that turned him on so much. He did exercise some restraint which is a good thing. Now, it’s up to me to exercise some and not let that thing seduce me from my computer and my manuscripts.
Meanwhile, Rott is now researching DVD players so he can get a new one that will be more compatible with the new TV and all its bells and whistles. *sigh*
I’ll just slink along now and move to the non-techie part of this post where I plaster a hot Marcus onto my blog. 😉
Ahh, now that is more my style! Heh.
Before I go, I want to remind you of my 30 Days of Christmas giveaway at the Lex Valentine blog. Today’s book isn’t a romance. It’s an anthology of odd Twilight Zone-ish tales. My pal Marty Mankins has a story in it as do other pals of mine. My story is about female empowerment. Not my usual style but a naughty little tale nonetheless. So come on over and comment on the Day 4 post for a chance to win a copy of Weirdly III.
Have a great Monday and I’ll see you in a couple of days for Wicked Wednesday!