Satan in a Box

That is what I nicknamed our big screen TV. It was fun for a while but then it was just a big giant piece of noisy furniture. It started blaring obsenities at us if we weren't paying close enough attention to it. Blah, blah. Then it started to get those flickering lines occasionally. Then more often. Then the repair would cost $600, so fortunately Bill didn't feel it was worth the expense. THEN someone realized that it only flickered as it was warming up and after 20-30 minutes it would be OK. Not a good thing. That meant that people would leave it on so it wouldn't start to go crazy again. Whatever. Bill's dad gave us a TV that he didn't want (they thought 3 TV's and 2 people was a bit excessive) so Bill agreed to get rid of the big screen. Yippee for us! Satan is gone...or at least he's in a smaller package now and doesn't need to run for hours on end.