Once upon a time, I was in the market for a flat panel monitor to replace my aging CRT. I invested some of my time reading reviews of the many different models and decided to purchase a Samsung SyncMaster 205 BW. I reasoned that the competition between flat panel monitor manufacturers were such that the quality of the models currently available would be more than adequate for my needs. I was not a ‘hardcore’ gamer or a graphics professional so my needs were not particularly demanding.
I enjoyed the 20 inch panel monitor very much. But, a month later, something very unexpected began to take place; the monitor began to ‘sag’. At first, it appeared that someone simply tilted it downwards ever so slightly. But, as time passed, the monitor leaned so far forward that it was obvious the ‘spine’ of the monitor had failed. I looked at the piece involved and it appeared to be made of a metal material. It seemed that a great deal of force was required to break this piece and I had trouble imagining the circumstances which would cause such a break to occur.
A quick call to the store from which I purchased my Samsung revealed that my monitor suffered a defect and that others who purchased the same model were suffering the same spine problem. In fact, according to the store staff, the first person to report the problem was initially suspected of causing the damage himself! I understood that the metal piece must have appeared to be very strong, but that simply was not the case. It must have been frustrating for that man.
I promptly attempted to Google flat panel monitor reviews for any mention of spine or hinge or platform related problems and came up empty handed. Each online reviewer focused on the visual quality of the monitors and made no consideration to the platform upon which it is based. So, the next time I look for another flat panel monitor, I’ll ask if the monitor platform suffers any defects and avoid platforms which seem too complicated and delicate.
Of course, after I dropped my monitor off for the manufacturer’s warranty, the fam and I began a good , ol’ fashioned fist shaking ritual:
You know, they sure don’t make ’em like they used to. You’d never suffer a problem like this with a CRT monitor. Look at mine! 5 years old! It’s still goin’ strong! It may be the size of a microwave oven and even cooks like one! But it works! A spine problem? Oooooh Lordy! Maybe tomorra my mice will start comp’aining ’bout a lasy eye!
Lasy eye…AHAHAHAHA…I kill myself.
I was having a shower when the hot water ran out on me. Alright, it’s all good, it’ll warm up soon, I thought. A moment passed…then another…and another. Soon moments transmogrified into what must have been minutes. Why!? Why now? Why me? It was at that moment when a clear thought emerged into my consciousness. I thought to myself ‘I choose to be happy’. Then it began.
At first, I smirked. Soon, my smirk became a full blown smile, and that smile became stifled giggles. What was going on? It’s strange to recall, but I wasn’t thinking of anything funny at all. In fact, I wasn’t thinking of anything! Nothing! Nadda! Zip! Help! Here’s a guy taking a cold shower, telling himself to be happy, and laughing for no particular reason. The image was so stupid I couldn’t help but laugh even more.
I know what you’re thinking. Some are already convinced that I am somewhat insane. Now, after laughing to myself, alone in a cold shower, I wondered if I really was a bit crazy. I took a good look in the mirror and saw myself beaming back a great big smile. Do other people laugh like that? It was then that I heard my brothers laughing, their attention fixed to a computer monitor. I guess so.
I’m just easily amused, that’s all. So what? If you haven’t laughed to yourself while taking a cold shower, you’re the one with the problem. Maybe my brothers had a better excuse, but I don’t need excuses! I’ll laugh in your face if I have to! Maybe I’ll laugh at you…rather than in your face…but you get the picture. I think I’ll just stop here.
Found this while visiting http://gracefulflavor.net/
If you follow the link, a Google map loads up, but little bubble boxes come up with people’s chat texts. I still don’t know what Twitter is all about because the webpage won’t load up at the moment. I may give it another chance later.
Twittervision looks neat in action even though all of the message pop-ups seem to be chaotic echoes of multiple conversations from around the world.
Interesting article from the Edmonton Journal, but people have been hacking ATMs and card readers for a while now. Rather than merely relaying information about the scams and the dark, mysterious machinations of “the underground crime world,” maybe some information as to what is being done to address these issues should be placed front and center. What are businesses doing to address this recent discovery? What is their strategy to curb future scams? Can we apply lessons learned from other locations? Say Montreal? New York? Throw me a bone!
The former homicide detective said this is the fourth time in the past eight months he has seen such a fraud scheme carried out. To the untrained eye, he said, the PIN pad almost never looks as though it’s been tampered with.
Care to share the worldly knowledge with the rest of us?
It may very well be due to the changing of the seasons, but my road experiences have been rather treacherous as of late. Two weeks ago I was nearly t-boned while crossing an intersection by two little old ladies, both of whom failed to notice that the light was still green for me. Hey, whatever, no hard feelings. It’s not everyday I get to contemplate becoming the victim of a car accident. A trip to the hospital, a visit with Death maybe…I couldn’t really imagine what else could happen after Death. PAIN? Gruesome, indiscriminate pain?
This week, a public transit bus tore a path into my lane. At first I thought this man must not be looking because, if he did, he would see that the bus was moving too close to my car for comfort. But, a careful examination of the driver revealed that he was indeed aware of my presence. He just seemed to have better things to do than care about driving safely. Last time it was just another vehicle, this time it’s a bus. What’s next? Ford F-150? MAC truck? Caterpillar? Exposed power line? Drive-by? Baby stroller??
What – have – I – gone – done – wrong?!
My family often tells me that the younger days are always the good ones. You know, the days where there are no worries other than to study? Well…maybe not.
I suppose I can understand the carefree life of going to school, enjoying recess. What I am going through right now is pretty similar to my elementary school days. But, maybe the only difference is that, while I was in elementary school, I didn’t quite understand the world. The carefree life only seemed to exist because I didn’t appreciate all of it. Once malice was introduced, once I started to piece together my troubles…and my friends’ troubles, my ‘younger days’ were somewhat rougher – but not in a physical sense, of course. It was more like I woke up one day and people suddenly had agendas, backgrounds, histories even.
During my shorty days, the chains that bind each and every one of us became frightfully vivid. It was at that time I began to appreciate how the idea of freedom, that silly concept that was introduced to me at school, was not as straightforward as previously claimed.
I woke up, concluded the meaning of life with as much certainty as human affairs can require, restored my bed to proper order, brushed my teeth, and walked out the door. I now realise that I have forgotten my conclusion from this morning. I’m doomed.