Something died this week; kaput, off, no more. And I don’t care much.
Before you gasp, outraged at my lack of perturbation and think you are dealing with a psychopath here, let me tell you about the victim.
43 inches wide, black, had a average lifespan… My Smart TV died.
Personally, I don’t feel the void it left. I used to watch TV more than I do now. In fact, I would not own one and it would change nothing in my life, but the kids surely enjoy watching Netflix on it.
If given a choice, I would probably pick a book over a show. At least, you don’t have to fiddle with the remote control to adjust the volume when the sound effect are twice as louder as the dialogue.
Unfortunately I will cave in and get a new Smart TV… sometime next month. Meanwhile, the kids will have to be patient and find something else to distract themselves.